Quotes About Death

Bright is the diadem, boundless the sway, Or kingly the death, which awaits us to-day!

Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.

Tell me this," Pudge would often ask me, as he sat and read about the exorbitant funeral of a rival. "If he was the guy with all the power, then how come he's riding in the lead car, stuffed inside a coffin?

Only then could I move away from the wails of the walking dead and feel, for a fragment of time, that I was still alive.

I . . . For Pete's sake," snaps Tom. "How can you all just stand here asking me these questions when she's lying down there? Being pecked at, eaten, by crows, scavengers!

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

One should follow one's heart, you know, because before you realize it, your time on this earth is done and you're at death's door.

One time I thought I might try to write my own. About a lady detective. One should follow one's heart, you know, because before you realize it, your time on this earth is done and you're at death's door.

La bambina di due cittadini Canadesi Miriam e Joseph Pallorino è morta Mercoledì in un incidente stradale nella Toscana. La bambina, Angela Pallorino, aveva quattro anni . . .

Shall we proceed, and ought I do so with my knife drawn?" "You'd better keep it where it is for the moment," he said. "Otherwise you might stab me to death accidentally." . "If I stab you to death," she said, "it will not be accidental.

HOrrible. The most horrible sound on earth. The sound of death and torture and the agonies of a burning hell," Lisle said. "Damn them. It's bagpipes.

It's ironic that when I was alive, all I thought about was death.

And I couldn't help but think about the time during the operation when there was nothing in my check: when they removed my heart, and before they put the other hear tin. When I was connected to the heart and lunch machine. When I was technically dead.... But I wasn't dead now...

Many people don't know that Elisabeth Kübler-Ross's familiar stages of grieving—denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance—were conceived in the context of terminally ill patients learning to accept their own deaths. It wasn't until decades later that the model came to be used for the grieving process more generally.

Yalom wrote in Existential Psychotherapy, our awareness of death helps us live more fully—and with less, not more, anxiety.

The price of loving so deeply is feeling so deeply—but it's also a gift, the gift of being alive. If we no longer feel, we should be grieving our own deaths.

I try to wrap my mind around this paradox: self-sabotage as a form of control. If I screw up my life, I can engineer my own death rather than have it happen to me. If I stay in a doomed relationship, if I mess up my career, if I hide in fear instead of facing what's wrong with my body, I can create a living death — but one where I call the shots.

We do not want to comprehend that people may and do die of emotional pain, or to recognize the terror in ourselves when we cannot seem to help someone in despair -- when our words are empty.

I did not very often consider the reasons my father died. I didn't believe his life was taken to instill some larger meaning in my character, or make me a better person. I preferred to believe that a person might be taken for no reason other than the random winds of chance, the same forces that could create a brilliant sky after a terrible storm.

To the right mind, no time exists other than the present moment, and each moment is vibrant with sensation. Life or death occurs in the present moment. The experience of joy happens in the present moment. Our perception and experience of connection with something that is greater than ourselves occurs in the present moment. To our right mind, the moment of now is timeless and abundant.

I don't want to scare the guests with a big old guard dog," Tara protested. "Safety is far more important than worrying about what anyone else thinks," Sawyer told her. "You're right, of course." Tara looked at her sisters. "We'll think about both an alarm and a dog." "We can borrow Izzy from Jax," Maddie said. "Sure," Tara said. "And she can lick the next bad guy to death.

You only live once, right? Not true, Quinn said, you live every day. You only die once.

Regardless of the cause of depression, one factor remains constant: depression always centers on death and pain.

I mean, we're all going to die. We know that on an intellectual level. We figure it out when we're still fairly young, and it scares us so badly that we convince ourselves we're immortal for more than a decade afterwards.