Quotes About Death

There are few men who know how to go to their deaths with dignity, and often they are not those whom one would expect. Few know how to remain silent and respect the silence of others.

The things I had seen and suffered were burning inside of me; I felt closer to the dead than the living, and felt guilty at being a man, because men had built Auschwitz, and Auschwitz had gulped down millions of human beings, and many of my friends, and a woman who was dear to my heart.

Non ho mai capito come allora quanto sia laboriosa la morte di un uomo.

In those days, as I was waiting fairly courageously for death, I harbored a piercing hope for everything, for all imaginable human experiences, and I cursed my preceding life, which it seemed to me I had taken little and poor advantage of, and I felt time slipping through my fingers, escaping from my body minute by minute, like a hemorrhage that cannot be stanched.

Né la morte aveva cessato di mietere

Und es kam die Nacht, und man wurde gewahr, dass menschliche Augen so eine Nacht nicht hätten erleben und überleben dürfen. Alle empfanden dies: Und keiner von den Wachen, kein Italiener und kein Deutscher, traute sich mitanzusehen, was Menschen tun, die wissen, dass sie sterben müssen.

Life is a bleeding, screaming, violently jerking pig in your arms. And death is you holding a bunch of heavy unmoving meat.

Is it Chance, mere circumstance That man eats cow eats grass eats soil and then man dies, and when he lies to the soil he does return?

Old women are more reconciled to death than old men. By bringing life to the world, we come to see ourselves as debtors. What's given is taken.

All men are greater than dead men.

This one thing every tyrant will tell you: nothing saves more lives than murder.

The air became dry and still, like the gap in a dead man's mouth.

Eve: We nearly got killed over ice cream. Shane: Another thing I don't want on my tombstone. Claire: You have others? Shane: *first finger* I thought it wasn't loaded. *second finger* Hand me a match so I can check the gas tank. *third finger* Killed over ice cream.

Dammit, Michael, get out of my room, you pervert!" Could you even be a pervert if you were dead? She supposed you could, if you had a working body half the time. "I swear, I'm going to start taking my clothes off!" The cold spot stayed resolutely put until she got the hem of her T-shirt all the way up to her bra line, and then faded away. "Chicken," she said, and paced the room, back and forth.

He held up one finger. I thought it wasn't loaded Shane said. Second finger. Hand me a match so I can check the gas tank. Third finger. Killed over ice cream. Basically, any death that requires me to be stupid first. Michael shook his head. So what's on your good list? Oh you know. Hero stuff that gets me rerun on CNN, Like I died saving a busload of supermodels Claire smacked his arm. Ow! Saving them! What did you think I meant?

But – Michael, you said you didn't know Oliver, and–" "I didn't, until he killed me. We were never formally introduced.

Oliver: Fear is the natural state of anything that dies.

No, Michael was all good. Killed, dismembered, buried, reborn…yeah, just another day in the life.

You're dead, I repeated. So why are you in my dream? He raised the bill of his olive drab ball cap with one finger. Good question. Morbid, isn't it? What? Dreaming about dead peolpe. Creepy. You ever see a therapist about that? I'm not - Even in dreams, I couldn't win an argument. Even when he was dead.

As I leafed through the book in front of me and watched the dust swirl in the air, I wondered if maybe there was some evil dormant virus in the pages that would infect me, like the mummy dust that used to kill archaeologists. Death by research. That was not a glorious end.

There were so many layers of reality to the world. Nothing stopped for death; nothing stopped for grief or horror or tragedy.

There were things out there in the world, things that vampires feared, and now those things were here. She was only seconds out of a very light, fitful sleep, but she knew that the nightmares had followed her effortlessly right into the real world. The draug. They weren't vampires; they were something else, something that moved through water, formed out of it, dragged vampires down to a slow and awful death.

Maybe she'd seen too many Japanese horror movies, and maybe it was just a tingle of warning from generations of superstitious ancestors, but suddenly she knew that what Alyssa wanted was not to be saved, but for Shane to join her. In death.

Married and buried, wed and dead.