Quotes About Death

Technical civilization has made a great error in not suppressing death, the only human reality still intact

Death is a mercy, and I have enough mercy to go around.

Yes, we get death threats every week... from the Muslims.

No more let life divide what death can join together.

Someday you will die, and until you know that, you're useless to me.

My flesh winced, in cowardice, from such a death.

A dead man is the worst enemy alive, I thought. You can't alter his power over you. You can't alter what you love or owe. And it's too late to ask him for his absolution. He has beaten you all ways.

She's no longer afraid to die. What she's afraid of is living, accepting the status quo.

Failure too is a form of death.

We professional athletes are very lucky. Unlike most mortals, we are given the privilege of dying twice - once when we retire and again when death takes us.

Reasons never matter, once Death comes cold and bold and takes the living by the hand. You count up your dead, every one.

When death comes too near, comedy and tragedy fall silent.

That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again and ever again, this soiled world.

The stigma of self-inflicted death is for some people a hateful blot that demands erasure at all costs.

Today, the world lost a creative icon. Michelle and I join millions of fans from around the world in mourning the sudden death of Prince.

Terror is glamour - not only, but also. I am firmly convinced that there's something like a fascination with death among suicide bombers.

Honer and self sacrifice. Death does not diminish these qualities in a soldier. We shall remember.

Death is not the end of who we are. It is only a brief pause in the endless cycle of our lives. Each of us is a spirit that cannot die.

Death carries off a man busy picking flowers with an besotted mind, like a great flood does a sleeping village.

In death, hope is everlasting.

Death itself is too big to take in, she already sees that; the loss comes at you instead in an infinite number of small installments that can never be paid off.

In each thing there is an insinuation of death. Stillness, silence, serenity are all apprenticeships.

To Death I yield, but not to Doubt, who slays before!

I don't know much about death and the sorriest lesson I've learned is that words, my most trusted guardians against chaos, offer small comfort in the face of anyone's dying.