Quotes About Death

She'd never expressed any great interest in the outdoors, so I scattered her remains on the carpet and then vacuumed her back up.

In fact, there are only two kinds of flights: ones in which you die and ones in which you do not.

Thus the approach of death can sometimes lead to a kind of liberation. In its shadow, life suddenly takes on an intensity, resonance, and savor we may never have known before.

still carry with me the lesson he taught me: On the threshold of death, one can still save one's life. That gave me enough confidence to take on the task I had to carry out for myself, to be ready when the time came.

My father reminds me that according to Midrash - the ever-evolving commentary upon the Hebrew scriptures - when you arrive in the world as a baby, your hands are clenched, as though to say, Everything is mine. I will inherit it all. When you depart from the world, your hands are open, as though to say, I have acquired nothing from the world.

The ancient Indian epic Mah?bh?rata asks, "Of all the world's wonders, which is the most wonderful? That no man, though he sees others dying all around him, believes that he himself will die.

Perhaps it's the job, perhaps it's the metallic squawk of the broadcast itself, but the speaking voice of the average police dispatcher falls somewhere between tedium and slow death.

She'd started noticing how the bodies didn't seem so bad anymore. Dead, not talking, not posing any threat, they kind of grew on her in a way the living never had.

Unbelief is a burden, but the pretence of belief, hypocrisy, is death to all that is decent in you.

Es verdad que hay muertos que están vivos? Eso es bien sabido. Bailan, cantan, hacen el amor. ¿Y se matan unos a otros? Eso nunca.

Era un desatino que luego de un bombardeo me llevaran cadáveres de tuberculosos o de alguien que rodó por las escaleras o de un viejo que no pudo más con su vejez o de una mujer que se quedó en el parto; eran muertos de segundo orden, pues no llevaban la aureola de víctimas, sino de meros impertinentes.

Todos tenemos que morir, es una obligación. Si no muriéramos sería horrible, tendríamos que matarnos unos a los otros. Morir es nuestra única esperanza. Morir es el sentido de la vida, no te confundas.

Confederate secretary of war, James A. Seddon, had ordered the death penalty for black soldiers taken as prisoners, followed by the Confederate Congress's authorization for treating captured blacks and their white officers as insurrectionists, thus subject to death.

Dying gloriously sounds good in bad historical novels. Speaking for myself, I think doing it in real life when you don't have to is fucking stupid, and it irritates the hell out of me that we don't appear to have any choice.

He was like a sheep being led to be killed. He was quiet, as a lamb is quiet while its wool is being cut; he never opened his mouth. He was shamed and was treated unfairly. He died without children to continue his family. His life on earth has ended.

To Judeans the cross was perhaps the most hated symbol of Roman rule. The deadly silhouette had scarred too many hilltops, signifying the most ignoble of deaths, a lingering torment that carried shame for all who witnessed it. And yet here it was, portraying a hope that transcended their worries and fears. Merely looking at this bit of carved wood lifted Linux beyond himself, carried upon a promise as strong as it was eternal.

Inexplicably, I felt a war was coming on, and for many nights I had dreams that I died in battle. I dreamed of mountains that crumbled and rivers that flooded. My dreams were apocalyptic and savage. I began to fear that I was a prophet and that I would soon be called upon to speak. I waited for God's voice.

Death Laughs In The Faces Of Clocks

I could remember a half-dozen incidents in which I'd come much closer to death, but I could never recall any past moronic stunt that filled me so completely with disgust.

When you have dogs, you witness their uncomplaining acceptance of suffering, their bright desire to make the most of life in spite of the limitations of age and disease, their calm awareness of the approaching end when their final hours come. They accept death with a grace that I hope I will one day be brave enough to muster.

I'm alive but I have no life. I'm alive but also dead. I'm dead and alive.

I am sustained by the certainty that life has meaning...as does death.

A man begins dying at the moment of his birth. Most People live in denial of Death's patient courtship until, late in life and deep in sickness, they become aware of him sitting bedside.

In tragedy and despair, when an endless night seems to have fallen, hope can be found in the realization taht the companion of night is not another night, that the companion of night is day, that darkness always gives way to light, and that death rules only half of creation, life the other half.