Quotes About Death

This Son is a god who walked, a pedestrian god—and in a hot place, at that—with a stride like any human stride, the sandal reaching just above the rocks along the way; and when He splurged on transportation, it was a regular donkey. This Son is a god who died in three hours, with moans, gasps and laments. What kind of a god is that? What is there to inspire in this Son? Love, said Father Martin.

Sá»± s?ng ??p ??n m?c cái ch?t Ä'ã ph?i lòng nó

Life and death live and die in exactly the same spot, the body.

The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity – it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it...

The sad fact is that there are no natural deaths, despite what doctors say. Every death is felt by someone as a murder, as the unjust taking of a loved being. And even the luckiest of us will encounter at least one murder in our lives: our own. It is our fate. We all live a murder mystery of which we are the victim.

Isn't it ironic, Richard Parker? We're in hell yet still we're afraid of immortality.

The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity – it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two or no importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud.

You've got the wrong fellow. You may not believe in life, but I don't believe in death. Move on!

And when at last Peter does confess Jesus to be 'the Messiah', 'the Son of the Living God', this is immediately followed not by any declaration of future triumph, but by Jesus' announcement of his passion and death. The revelation of the mistery of the kingdom is at the same time the revelation of the mystery of the cross.

My favorite time in the cycles of public life is the time when the Pope is dead and they haven't elected a new one. There's no one in the world who is infallible for those weeks. And you know, I don't miss it.

Human love…it is that extra creation that stands hurt and baffled at the place of death. Being human, wanting children and sunlight and breath to go on, forever.

And Patroclus, Shaking the voice out of his body, says: 'Big mouth. Remember it took three of you to kill me. A god, a boy, and, last and least, a prince. I can hear Death pronounce my name, and yet Somehow it sounds like Hector. And as I close my eyes I see Achilles' face With Death's voice coming out of it.' Saying these things Patroclus died. And as his soul went through the sand Hector withdrew his spear and said: 'Perhaps.

Tamburlaine, the Scourge of God, must die.

You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.

All live to die, and rise to fall.

What art thou Faustus, but a man condemned to die?

If we say that we have no sin, We deceive ourselves, and there's no truth in us. Why then belike we must sin, And so consequently die. Ay, we must die an everlasting death.

The death toll had gotten so bad, Mexico would eventually rank second only to Iraq in the number of killed or kidnapped reporters.

Everywhere, as we go about our small business, we must discern the fingerprints of the gigantic plan, the orderly and inexorable routine with neither beginning nor end, in which death is but a preface to another birth, and birth the certain forerunner of another death.

How can you move faster than possible, fight longer than possible without the most powerful impulse of the spirit: the fear of death.

Death never comes at the right time, despite what mortals believe. Death always comes like a thief.

He cries. 'Please! I don't want to die.' I lean over. My hair smothers him. 'Then you should never have been born,' I say.

I don't want to die!" "Then you should never been born.

No one awakens in the morning thinking they will die that day. Not a saint or a sinner. Not even a condemned killer. We all know were mortal, and yet we all believe we'll live forever.