Quotes About Death

Well, she thought, that big old dawg with the hatred in his eyes had killed her after all.

A man is up against a hard game when he must die to beat it.

Death had found them watching, trying to see beyond seeing.

Perhaps it is natural for the god of the poor to be akin to the god of the dead, for there is something about poverty that smells of death

If you kin see de light at daybreak, you don't keer if you die at dusk. It's so many people never seen de light at all. Ah

De girl baby ain't born and her mama is dead, dat can git me tuh spend our money on her. Ah told yo' before dat you got de keys tuh de kingdom. You can depend on dat.

What need has Death for a cover, and what winds can blow against him? He stands in his high house that overlooks the world.

Death, that strange being with the huge square toes who lived way in the west. The great one who lived in the straight house like a platform without sides to it, and without a roof. what need has Death for a cover, and what winds can blow against him? He stands in his high house that overlooks the world. Stands watchful and motionless all day with his sword drawn back, waiting for the messenger to bid him come.

They passed a dead man in a sitting position on a hummock, entirely surrounded by wild animals and snakes. Common danger made common friends. Nothing sought a conquest over the other.

As soon as Tea Cake went out pushing wind in front of him, he saw that the wind and water had given life to lots of things that folks think of as dead and given death to so much that had been living things. Water everywhere. Stray fish swimming in the yard. Three

There is something about poverty that smells like death. Dead dreams dropping off the heart like leaves in a dry season and rotting around the feet; impulses smothered too long in the fetid air of underground caves. The soul lives in a sickly air. People can be slave-ships in shoes. This

Janie sat like a lump and waited. It was not death she feared. It was misunderstanding. If they made a verdict that she didn't want Tea Cake and wanted him dead, then that was a real sin and a shame. It was worse than murder.

There is something about poverty that smells like death.

Some dead with fighting faces and eyes flung wide open in wonder. Death had found them watching, trying to see beyond seeing.

What's the point of our life? Everything seems absurd until we die, and then it makes sense.

I just didn't want to admit that he was dead.

I don't fear death or ageing, but I fear them in other people that I am close to.

As long as you keep getting born, it's alright to die some times.

My mother had early-onset Alzheimer's, and it took her four years to die. She was only 44; I was 14.

I love animals and they're very easy to look after when they're dead.

Apropos of this, I asked my father one day whether it would be possible for me to see Mme. de Stael. My father, mother, and Alphonse all burst out laughing, and Alphonse said: "Where in the world has she sprung from?" To which my father replied: "What fools we are! She springs from the Carmelites." "My child, Mme. de Stael is dead," said my mother gently.

The thoughts into which our spirit is suddenly plunged are like a shoreless sea, in which we may swim for a moment, but where our love is doomed to drown and die. And it is a frightful death. Are not our feelings the most glorious part of our life? It is this partial death which, in certain delicate or powerful natures, leads to the terrible ruin produced by disenchantment, by hopes and passions betrayed.

Yes, it is time I was dead; there is nothing left me to do but to die. I am no good in the world; I am no longer a father!

How much better to be dead at thirty!' — Well, you thought I was melancholy, and you played all sorts of pranks to amuse me, and between two kisses I said, 'Every day some pretty woman leaves the play before it is over!' — And I do not want to see the last piece; that is all.