Quotes About Death

He's dead, Walt. Like you always say, 'Buried in a shallow grave and shit off a cliff by a coyote.

their child is dead? Sure

I secure what's left of my dwindling humanity with the false confidence of the living, the deceitful wit of the eight-foot tall and bulletproof. Yea, verily, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will live forever. If I don't, I sure as hell won't become an unattended death in the state of Wyoming with sheep shit all over me. We

Words are important, no matter what the language—they are perhaps one of the most powerful things we have. Words can preserve life or invoke death and should be handled with the same care as any deadly weapon.

I do not worry about dying and someday I will die - whereas you worry about dying and someday you will die

That's how it worked, though. Motive and opportunity rode along like two out of four apocalyptic equestrians, grinning with their bony death heads at us lesser humans as we fumbled along, refusing to believe the obvious.

though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will live forever. If I don't, I sure as hell won't become an unattended death in the state of Wyoming with sheep shit all over me.

I don't like funerals, and a while ago I just stopped going to them. I think the ceremony is a form of denial, and when my wife died and my daughter, Cady, informed me that she was unaware of any instance where going to somebody's funeral ever brought them back, I just about gave it up.

It is the owl feathers that are the sign of death, the messengers from the other world. The eagle feather is a sign of life, attached to all the activities of the living: making rain, planting and harvesting crops, success in fishing, protecting homes, and curing illness. The feather is considered the breath of life, processing the power and spirit of the bird of which it was once a living part.

With more than thirty thousand suicides a year, the act is the tenth leading cause of death in the United States.

The Basquos have an old proverb, 'a life without friends means death without company.

Motive and opportunity rode along like two out of four apocalyptic equestrians, grinning with their bony death heads at us lesser humans as we fumbled along, refusing to believe the obvious.

You know, Pete Conrad died on a motorcycle." "Who's Pete Conrad?" "The third man to walk on the moon.

This dread is lousy. When it hits, it's like someone has turned the dial that controls gravity. Everything sinks hard and cold and fast/ It winds you. It's that same feeling, that same sad panic you confront when you can't sleep, when your mind wanders and you remind yourself, for no reason at all, that you're going to die one day. That you will end, you will be buried and forgotten. And everything and everyone you know and remember and love will be void.

The killing was the best part. It was the dying I couldn't take.

The elephants are dancing on the graves of squeeling mice.

I love Westerns and I remember as a kid climbing up on the couch and make it into a saddle and shoot guns and fall off. I would lay there after my death and my mom would tell me to eat lunch and I'd say, 'I'm still dead, Mom!' I was Method, even then.

When someone dies, it doesn't leave a hole, and that's the agony.

I learned something about grief. When someone dies, it doesn't leave a hole, and that's the agony.

Muchos poetas han escrito que pasamos por el mundo como peregrinos, que la vida no es más que un viaje. Una viajera anónima del siglo XVI escribía en sus notas "No me siento viajera, más bien peregrina en este mundo, quizá porque me gusta ir de aquí para allá ganándole tiempo a la muerte".

atomic motions cause the waxing and waning of rivers, so too do they produce the transient body that you—whatever "you" means—currently inhabit before its substance flows back into the great global sea of atoms. Consider, then, the particles that are departing your body at this very moment. There is no need to wait for death to scatter you to the winds, waters, and soils of the world. It is already happening.

In the "grain of wheat" metaphor, Jesus insists if we wish to hold on to the throughline to eternity, we have to follow that line through death. We have to imagine death enough to see it not as some utterly aversive event we go away from or around, but instead as something recognizable enough to go through. When we thoughtfully stock our minds with images of death, we give the Spirit of Jesus the raw material to draw mental throughlines from death to resurrection.

I want to look at you as you kill me

I knew my sister was dead. I felt it in my body, as if my bones could tell me the truth.