Quotes About Death

if sin bears an ethical character, then redemption is possible, and conversion is in principle the conquest of sin, the death of the old and the resurrection of the new man.

Ik word verteerd door levenstwijfel omdat ik niet zou weten waarover je anders moet twijfelen dan over het leven en ik word verteerd door doodsverachting omdat ik niet weet wat je anders zou moeten verachten dan de dood.

Inmiddels is Luk bezig aan Ilse een verhaal te vertellen, over een kapper. Dat die dood is. 'En nog zo jong,' hoor ik Luk zeggen. 'Hoe oud was hij?' vraagt Ilse. 'Dat weet ik niet. Veertig. Tweeënveertig.' 'Zo jong nog?' 'Ja. Ik weet het niet. Drieënveertig misschien. Ik weet het echt niet precies hoe oud.

Niet dat ik per se wil sterven, maar het zou helpen om het leven draaglijker te maken.

I tell you, it's misery. There is nothing more dreadful to me than the sight of people getting drunk. And that's what they call life. And that's what you call life. I tell you, it's death.

Dies, all dies!The grass it dies, but in vernal rainUp it springs and it lives again;Over and over, again and againIt lives, it dies and it lives again.

We may have civilized bodies and yet barbarous souls. We are blind to the real sights of this world; deaf to its voice; and dead to its death. And not till we know, that one grief outweighs ten thousand joys will we become what Christianity is striving to make us.

With the smoke of the dead sailor's cigar wreathing around him, Willie passed to thinking about death and life and luck and God. Philosophers are at home with such thoughts, perhaps, but for other people it is actual torture when these concepts--not the words, the realities--break through the crust of daily occurrences and grip the soul. A half hour of such racking meditation can change the ways of a lifetime.

for overstrong was the command to hold fast to each smallest particle of time, to the smallest particle of every circumstance, and to embody all of them in memory as if they could be preserved in memory through all deaths for all times.

The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation.

To die is to go into the Collective Unconscious, to lose oneself in order to be transformed into form, pure form.

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When life is so burdensome, death has become for man a sought-after refuge.

Death is a delightful hiding place for weary men.

No one is so senseless as to choose of his own will war rather than peace, since in peace the sons bury their fathers, but in war the fathers bury their sons.

When the rich give a party and the meal is finished, a man carries round amongst the guests a wooden image of a corpse in a coffin, carved and painted to look as much like the real thing as possible, and anything from 18 inches to 3 foot long; he shows it to each guest in turn, and says: "Look upon this body as you drink and enjoy yourself; for you will be just like it when you are dead." [Herodotus 'Histories', II 82]

Now if a man thus favoured died as he has lived, he will be just the one you are looking for: the only sort of person who deserves to be called happy. But mark this: until he is dead, keep the word "happy" in reserve. Till then, he is not happy, but only lucky...

The hunger angel approached everyone, without restraint. He knew that where things can be unloaded, other things can be loaded. In terms of mathematics, the results could be horrifying: if each person has his own hunger angel, then every time someone dies, a hunger angel is released.

The guards eat out in the open, I said. They don't swallow their deaths because the passerby know the sound of the snapping twigs and the sour belch of poverty.

O gatinho, porque estava morto, tinha-me apanhado a matar. Que não tenha havido intenção, só piorava as coisas. A ternura monstruosa enreda-se na culpa de forma diferente da crueldade intencionada. Mais profunda. E mais longamente.

O campo de trabalho é um mundo prático. Vergonha e horror são luxos a que ninguém se pode dar. Age-se com preserverante indiferença, talvez com desalentada satisfação. Não tem nada a ver com o prazer da desgraça alheia. Acredito que quanto menor é o acanhamento perante os mortos, maior é o apego à vida. Mais nos deixamos embarcar em qualquer ilusão.

Giving is good, but taking is bad and brings death.

It is my destiny to live forever, though my survival will bring final destruction to the human race. However, it is possible for me to be killed, and whether I live or die makes no great difference. In truth, death may be the only absolute freedom there is.

The only things that merited reflection in the gorgeous young man's eyes were death and destruction—and those alone.