Quotes About Death

BELIZE: Louis, I'd even pray for you.      He was a terrible person. He died a hard death. So maybe . . . A queen can forgive her vanquished foe. It isn't easy, it doesn't count if it's easy, it's the hardest thing. Forgiveness. Which is maybe where love and justice finally meet. Peace, at least. Isn't that what the Kaddish asks for?

Belize: I hate America, Louis. I hate this country. Nothing but a bunch of big ideas and stories and people dying, and then people like you. The white cracker who wrote the National Anthem knew what he was doing. He set the word free to a note so high nobody could reach it. That was deliberate.

K.S., baby. Lesion number one. Lookit. The wine-dark kiss of the angel of death.

We won't die secret deaths anymore. The world only spins forward. We will be citizens. The time has come. Bye now. You are fabulous creatures, each and every one. And I bless you: More Life. The Great Work Begins.

I don't understand why I'm not dead. When your heart breaks, you should die

I needed to know that Death was here, in the room, and that I was too fast, too young, and too smart for him.

Human Remains Pouch. We don't call them body bags and they are not black, like the movies. This one was white with a long black zip.

There was lots that could be done. But there was also nothing that could be done. My father was dying.

The total isolation of death. The loneliness of the dying man. That is what I had noticed about my father's death. We loved him but, in the end, we left him and he died alone. Because we were tired. Because it was late. Because there was nothing we could do. We loved him and yet he was on his own.

Sterven doe je niet ineens, maar af en toe een beetje, en alle beetjes die je stierf, 't is vreemd, maar die vergeet je. Het is je dikwijls zelfs ontgaan. Je zegt: ik ben wat moe, maar op een keer dan ben je aan je laatste beetje toe.

If all I can say is I'm not in this swamp, I'm not in this swamp then there is not a rope in front of me and there is not an alligator behind me and there is not a girl sitting at the edge eating a hot dog and if I believe that, then dying would be the only answer because then Death couldn't come and say Peachy to me anymore and after all she has a brother who believes in hope.

I said she's gone but I'm alive, I'm alive I'm coming in the graveyard to sing you to sleep now

Jeg har skrevet hele mit liv og nærer en romantisk drøm om at dø midt i en sætning.

Hun gav sig omsider til at elske verden, men kun fordi den skulle udslettes sammen med hende.

Jeg har tit nok været bange for livet, men aldrig døden.

Der er mere grund til at sørge over mit liv end over min død.

She started thinking about all the euphemisms for death, all the anxious taboos that had always fascinated her. It was too bad you could never have an intelligent discussion on the subject. People were either too young or too old, or else they didn't have time.

When one's dead, one's dead… This squirrel will become earth all in his time. And still later on, there'll grow new trees from him, with new squirrels skipping about in them. Do you think that's so very sad?

Sophia," she said, "this is really not something to argue about. You can see for yourself that life is hard enough without being punished for it afterwards. We get comfort when we die, that's the whole idea." "It's not hard at all!" Sophia shouted. "And what are you going to do about the Devil, then? He lives in Hell!" For a moment Grandmother considered saying that there was no Devil either, but she didn't want to be mean.

In fondo, quello che conta è questo: non stancarsi mai, non cadere nell'indifferenza, non perdere l'interesse né la propria inestimabile curiosità – sarebbe come arrendersi alla morte. È semplice, no?

Sophia," she said, "this is really not something to argue about. You can see for yourself that life is hard enough without being punished for it afterwards. We get comfort when we die, that's the whole idea

I saw death approaching down the corridor of time, where it has loitered since my birth, waiting to accompany my spirit back through the ethers to the Otherworld. With the touch of the divine, I see the sum total of my life, my deeds, all I have done, that which I leave undone and shall accomplish upon my returning.

MATTIE FAE: Sure, an auction's a fine idea— VIOLET: Some things, though, like the silver, that's worth a pretty penny. But if you like I'll sell it to you, cheaper'n I might get in an auction. BARBARA: Or you might never get around to the auction and then we can just have it for free after you die. IVY: Barbara . . .

To see a place as orphaned or wounded is also to reexamine the meaning of living and dying and to allow some curiosity and even a sense of marvel to emerge about the tactics things employ to persevere.