Quotes About Death

If we don't know life, how can we know death?

Death and life have their determined appointments riches and honors depend upon heaven.

I am the land, the bones of the hills," he said fiercely, "I am the winter. When I am dead, I will come for you all in the coldest nights.

When I am gone, I do not want men to say Look at his piles of wealth, his cities, his palaces and fine clothes. " Genghis paused for a moment. "Instead I want them to say Make sure he is truly dead. He is a vicious old man and he conquered half the world.

A man must always have the final choice in life and in death. Anything else can be taken from him, but never that.

The Buddha said, 'Gripped by fear, men go to the sacred mountains and sacred groves, sacred trees and shrines.' I am not afraid of death, my lady. I need no god to comfort me in my fear.

He holds blood in his right hand," she whispered. "He will walk with death all his life.

Xuan smiled at the thought of men sleeping peacefully next to those they would try to kill in daylight. Only humanity could have conceived such a strange and artificial way to die. Wolves might tear the flesh of deer, but they never slept and dreamed near their quarry.

A death is never good. It's never pleasant. We can only ignore it, until our time comes.

the Spartans would want it known how they had died. Of all things, they considered the manner of death mattered as much as the manner of life.

I'm the land and the bones of the hills. I'm winter. When I die, I'll pursue you in the coldest nights.

A man must always have the possibility of a final choice between life and death. You can take him all the rest, but that never.

Sometimes, whether a man lived or died was down to luck. He did not know if that realization made him value his own life more or less. If death could come because you chose the wrong door leading out into the sun, perhaps there was no sense to any of it - just the fifth horseman. He shrugged, putting such thoughts aside.

pride had allowed her to meet unbowed the news of MacFarlane's death and her renewed subjugation to Carr. Pride had kept her from giving up and yielding to her father's machinations.

For some girls, our bodies are not immortal so much as expendable, we have punished them or wearied from dragging them around for so long and so we go wearing the brilliant plumage of the possibly freed by death.

That's what literature is. It's the people who went before us, tapping out messages from the past, from beyond the grave, trying to tell us about life and death! Listen to them!

Death is one dream out of another flowing.

Death is a meeting place of sea and sea.

Oh, Poe, yes. I was reading Poe when I was in Savannah, when I was ten, and scaring myself to death. Scaring my brothers and sisters to death, too.

Here too was the terrifying fixed curve of the infinite, the creeping curve of logic which at least must become the final signpost at the edge of nothing. After that - the deluge. The great white light of annihilation. The bright flash of death... ("Mr. Arcularis")

Before him, numberless lovers smiled and talked. And death was observed with sudden cries, And birth with laughter and pain. And the trees grew taller and blacker against the skies And night came down again.

To see the death as our own, that is the beginning of wisdom. To find the loss as our own, that is the beginning of respect for others. To feel the pain as our own, that is the beginning of kindness.

I would rather die a meaningful death than to live a meaningless life.

When you die it's the same as if everybody else did too.