Quotes About Death

It's a fact that even death looks good in company.

Everyone else felt the need to assure me that Mother's death was part of God's plan. Exactly, I wanted to shout after reading this sentiment half a dozen times--- his plan is to kill us all, and if an innocent child dies in agony and a wicked man breathes his last at an advanced age in his sleep, who are we to call it injustice?

She felt she had been created by the demands of others, by their insatiable appetite for something beyond ordinary life. They craved a world without death and they had spotted her, in their hunger, like wolves alert to any poor sheep that might stray from the fold and stand gazing ignorantly up at the stars.

The natural beauty of the earth made hard for me to consider the pathetic struggle of humans on the face of it. The great release of death, I thought, was not from the bondage to our lovely planet- who could ever wish to leave this extraordinary place?- but from one another.

La muerte es, a fin de cuentas, el espectáculo más excitante en cualquier parte del mundo.

La guerra es la fiesta más cruel, pero es siempre un festejo. Hay que adornarse con las mejores galas para danzar con la muerte.

Las armas hablaban lenguajes distintos, pero pronunciaban la misma palabra: ¡muerte, muerte, muerte!

Non c'è conquista che abbia senso, non c'è guerra che valga la pena di combattere. Alla fine, l'unica terra che ci rimane è quella in cui verremo sepolti.

El mar, en cambio, es el espejo de nuestros pensamientos, y por desgracia de los más profundos y melancólicos. Refleja aquello que hay oculto en las profundidades de nuestro espíritu, nuestros miedos inconfesados; hasta el rostro de la muerte se trasluce bajo la superficie líquida y cambiante, detrás del horizonte que huye cada vez más lejos, que no se deja nunca alcanzar.

Não é difícil morrer em batalha, com a espada em punho, morrer ao sol, no auge do êxtase, no frenesim do combate. Já uma coisa muito diferente é irmo-nos apagando lentamente, à míngua e ao abandono.

There is no conquest that has any meaning, there is no war worth fighting. In the end, the only earth left to us is the earth in which we are buried.

The Beauty drew near and the Youth heard her softly ringing, clear voice, every sound of which rent his heart with a sweet pain, "Dear Youth, do you know the price of my love?" "Let it be the price of life!" exclaimed the Youth, "Let it lead even to the dark gates of death." ("The Poison Garden")

You haven't lost anything when you know were it is. Death can hide but not divide.

Well, I've been here since thirty-eight. I was at Elgen first. I did thirty childbirths there; before Elgen I hadn't done any. Then came the war. My husband died in Kiev. So did my two children. Boys. A bomb. More people have died around me than in any battle in war. They died when there was no war, before there was a war. All the same. Grief is like happiness: it comes in all forms.

Al lettore Questo libro non è un'opera di fantasia. È un colloquio dell'autore con suo fratello morto. L'autore, scrivendo, cercava consolazione, non altro. Egli ha il rimorso di avere appena intuita la spiritualità del fratello, e troppo tardi. Queste pagine si offrono quindi come una sterile espiazione.

Why do people have memories? It would be easier to die - anything to stop remembering.

I do not like eating meat because I have seen lambs and pigs killed. I saw and felt their pain. They felt the approaching death. I could not bear it. I cried like a child. I ran up a hill and could not breathe. I felt that I was choking. I felt the death of the lamb.

Only in return for death, destruction and grief as gifts can we see the paradise of independence.

Lazlo's mom, Ágota, and my dad had a falling out over the kinds of things siblings usually have falling outs over: money and love. My father made money and Aunt Ágota lost money. Then there was disagreement about how their mother, my grandmother, should live. My father thought a retirement home. Ágota wanted to be paid to take care f her. The argument didn't help anyone. In the end, my grandmother died anyway.

The fact that, within ten years, I lost one world, and after a time rose again, as it were, from spiritual death to find another, seems to me one of the strongest arguments against suicide that life can provide. There may not be - I believe that there is not - resurrection after death, but nothing could prove more conclusively than my own brief but eventful history the fact that resurrection is possible within our limited span of earthly time.

It is life that fights and struggles and rages; life, that tears at you in its last agonizing throes to hold on, even if but for one futile instant longer. . . . Whereas I, I come softly when it is all done. Pain and death are an ordered sequence, not a parallel pair. So easy to confuse the correlations, not realizing that one does not bring the other.

In the absence of Death, In the presence of Death, Only one thing remains, It is Love.

He was her death—and yet, her blade of life, of clarity, to cut through the thick roiling swamp of personal darkness.

Repentance pays for sin, not because of its innate qualities, but because it unites us to Christ and to the efficacy of his death and resurrection.