Quotes About Death

Ach mein Freund, heiraten Sie nicht, haben Sie keine Kinder. Man gibt ihnen das Leben und sie geben einem den Tod.

Pretendo l'ospitalità degli Arabi. Devo esservi sacro; altrimenti, aprite e andrò incontro alla morte.

Egész Párizs odagy?lik hozzá, ahogy a cs?cselék lepi el a Grève teret, ha kivégzés készül. Azért mennek oda, hogy lássák, tudja-e leplezni fájdalmát ez az asszony, tud-e szépen meghalni. Nem rémes?

Death unites as well as separates; it silences all paltry feeling.

It is very humiliating to ask," remarked Philippe; "I would rather see you taking as I do, without a word; it shows more confidence. In the army, if a comrade dies, and has a good pair of boots, and you have a bad pair, you change, that's all." "Yes, but you don't take them while he is living.

She rolled over, giving a cry that froze my heart; and I saw her dying, still looking at me without anger.

Death is as unexpected in his caprice as a courtesan in her disdain; but death is truer – Death has never forsaken any man

Every cause is painful, and every loss leaves us wondering how we could have acted otherwise to prevent the death. But because different causes of death provoke sufficiently different responses—anger toward suicide victims; blame for homicide, terrorism, and war; helplessness and fear with natural disasters; and hopelessness with terminal disease—the specific way a mother dies or leaves influences how her daughter will respond. Long-term

Virginia Woolf, who was thirteen when her mother died, wrote, "Youth and death shed a halo through which it is difficult to see a real face.

how much of my life my mother's death would affect. And with the certainty of thirty-three years, I would tell her: everything. It affects everything. When a mother dies, a daughter grieves. And then her life moves on. She does, thankfully, feel happiness again. But the missing her, the wanting her, the wishing she were still here—I will not lie to you, although you probably already know. That part never ends.

I deliver her immortal true love and all I get is a snub. She's beautiful but selfish. Is that what eternal life does to a person? I think death makes life sweeter, and knowing how much I have to lose makes every day more valuable. As long as I'm here, I won't waste another day.

But the other tribe — the passionate, tragic, rootless tree — man? Alas! He is a creature whose highest privileges are a curse. In his mouth is ever the bitter-sweet taste of life and death, unknown to the trees. Without respite he is dragged by the two wild horses, memory and hope; and he is tormented by a secret that he can never tell. For every man worthy of the name is an initiate; but each one into different Mysteries.

Pale Death beats equally at the poor man's gate and at the palaces of kings.

Few cross the river of time and are able to reach non-being. Most of them run up and down only on this side of the river. But those who when they know the law follow the path of the law, they shall reach the other shore and go beyond the realm of death.

Pale death, with impartial step, knocks at the hut of the poor and the towers of kings.

Strange - is it not? That of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the road Which to discover we must travel too.

It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows how to use with wisdom the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland.

Pale death knocks with impartial foot at poor men's hovels and king's palaces.

Pale Death with impartial tread beats at the poor man's cottage door and at the palaces of kings.

I am an old man now, and when I die and go to Heaven there are two matters on which i hope for enlightenment. One is quantum electrodynamics, and the other is the turbulent motion of fluids. About the former I am rather optimistic.

Generosity during life is a very different thing from generosity in the hour of death one proceeds from genuine liberality and benevolence, the other from pride or fear.

"Why did you kill her?" the policeman in the rear seat asked…. "They shoot horses, don't they?" I said.

fangosa. El paisaje es agresivo, y reina en él un silencio de muerte. Al atardecer, sin embargo

La locura, cuando se le estrujan los dedos, hace piruetas increíbles, que dan vértigos, y es fuerte como el amor y la muerte.