Quotes About Death

The cruiser was his prize, and he'd fall to his death before he let another group of marauders steal what he had rightfully commandeered.

There is no lock strong enough nor wall thick enough to keep Death out, he murmured, his lips close to my ear so that I could feel the puff of his breath against my skin. The ends of a couple of his braids had found their way under the collar of my flannel night-shirt and tickled the base of my neck. Are you speaking literally or metaphorically?

Juliette made her feel almost normal. Was the ME better at working with the dead than the rest of them? Perhaps seeing the unpredictability of life daily on the autopsy table gave her the capacity to enjoy each moment. But Nadine preferred puppies.

The Moses of her people had fallen in the hour of his triumph. His tragic death was all the more heartbreaking because he had not lived to enjoy the peace he had toiled so long to achieve.

brothers and I finished digging the grave he had already begun, and we buried him in the company of Mr. Orrick's wife and two good German women, neighbors

Dead woman are not romantic,' Sophie said flatly. 'Okay, she's not dead,' Phin said. 'The bear ate her, and she came her brains out.

My house will only be a shell for my body. I don't want anyone to breathe my air with me, to disturb my dust.

I guess I'm thinking of myself here. I am tired. I am the one who asks, is death only the frozen image we have of the animal's body?...Maybe roadkills are more than they seem. Messages...

I do not think that hour there told me anything I could not have imagined myself, but being there, in that silence, gave me hope that at least there are no wars after death. I

In the Jewish tradition, when someone dies, we say 'Baruch dayan ha'emet,' which means 'Blessed is the true judge.' " He looked at me, his eyes intent. "God knows your friend. God knows her heart. Who she was, and who she was trying to become.

I thought, not for the first time, that maybe it would have been better if he'd just died, a thunderclap heart attack, an artery bursting in his brain, a peaceful exit in the middle of the night, in his own bed, after his favorite meal, with my mom beside him. We'd have mourned, then moved on. This was a slow-motion catastrophe, death by a thousand cuts.

Bis heute setzen die älteren Frauen sich vor Sonnenaufgang, noch in der Nacht, unter freiem Himmel hin und singen: Auch wenn einer reich und vermögend ist, ist der Tod ihm nahe. Der Tod ist größer als die Zeit, er umfängt sie. Gerade jetzt sendet er seine Pfeile aus, Sie gehen nieder in die Mitte der Herde.

happy life and merciful death

Odds of violent death increase significantly when there are weapons around. The more powerful the weapon, the more detached people become from the killing, the more people that die.

but madness wasn't enough to deny physical death.

I don't know whether it is that I am built wrong, but I never did seem to hanker after tombstones myself. I know that the proper thing to do, when you get to a village or town, is to rush off to the churchyard, and enjoy the graves; but it is a recreation that I always deny myself. I take no interest in creeping round dim and chilly churches behind wheezy old men, and reading epitaphs. Not even the sight of a bit of cracked brass let into a stone affords me what I call real happiness.

ma, già, ogni cosa ha i suoi difetti, come disse quel tale quando gli morì la suocera e dovette pagare le spese dei funerali.

If I am guilty, said the Earl, may this bread choke me when I eat it! Then he put the bread into his mouth and swallowed it, and it choked him, and he died. (Chapter XII)

to make the Empire Nations one/His best was given to serve his country's cause/Loving, high-souled, and valiant, he now lives/In death, as in earthly days, Beloved."     There

Few things excited Queen Victoria as much as death. Mourning in all its permutations and intricacies was one of the great constants of her life, eventually becoming for the monarch something near obsession.

In her diary entry of June 15, the day her husband died , Vicky (Victoria, Princess Royal of England, wife of Frederick III German Emperor) wondered, 'why does pain not kill immediately?

Great Johnstown Flood, which killed more than 2,300 people, 300 of them suffering the horrible irony of dying in fires started by the water.

Hang me, oh, hang me, so I'll be dead and gone. I wouldn't mind hanging, boys, but you wait in jail so long.

This was the history of the world. Recovery and collapse, despair and relief. The dialectic of clean and dirty. Every time is worse than the time before. The bad things come, days and nights and days and nights get so unbelievably fucked up, unbelievably fast, but in the end-- if there is an end-- everybody's best self just slogs forward, one stagger, one fall, one day, one 'what the fuck just happened?' moment of oblivion and soul-broken joy at a time. All we have to do is not die.