Quotes About Death

What kind of lifehave you lived, little one, that everything seems to be a question of fair and unfair? Life and death just are. Fair has nothing to do with it.

Dying's a fearful popular activity these days so we often double 'em up.

We are all created by desire and we all die because of desire.

Just when you think you're in the cat-bird's seat, the Angel of Death calls "dibs" on shotgun.

They had lived and known glory, and then they were ddead. She was alive and they were not, and nothing but a heartbeat separated her from them

It is brutal. Only I never could see the sense in having folks look at your tombstone and say, 'He was a man who didn't believe in violence, He's a good man... and dead.

I not afraid of dying, I'm afraid of suffering

For every death is a simplification of existence for the others, removes the necessity to show gratitude, the obligation to pay visits.

The desert was a school, a school where each day, each hour, a final examination was offered, where failure meant death and the buzzards landed to correct the papers.

Why, then, should we ever sink overwhelmed with distress, when life is so soon over, and death is so certain an entrance to happiness – to glory?

I have faced death this night, and I have called his bluff.

It's your call. You want to go back home, go ahead. But if I were you, I wouldn't. Home is death.

Death is the night sky, the background against which the fleeting fireworks of life are displayed, an empty stage upon which the drama of life is played.

If you Have ever Fainted, You Are a stranger in the land of the dead!

Where death follows, there's life. When darkness surrounds you in a world of chaos, search and you'll eventually find the light.

Only the dead has seen th end of war

Mais, dans la mort d'un homme, un monde inconnu meurt, et je me demandais quelles étaient les images qui sombraient en lui.

You can't make me do nothing but die!

Nobody seems to understand that in such matters the tact and sympathy should come from the one who is about to die, not the poor bugger who has to take the news.

Do you know how wizards like to be buried?""Yes!""Well, how?"Granny Weatherwax paused at the bottom of the stairs."Reluctantly.

That's the source of the meditation on death I've carried in my heart all my life.

She had been born with a different name, to a woman with laughing eyes and warmly whispered words of love who'd died degraded and afraid on a misty Irish morning.

Flaxfield died on a Friday which was a shame, because he always ate a trout for dinner on Friday, and it was his favourite.

why we fear death... life is more scary.....