Quotes About Death

Death was a quiet evil, unavoidable like the dark night and defenseless sleep and tearful sorrows. It had hunted her down and slithered close, wanting only to smother every last flicker of

Death is a dark flower, its perfume heady and dangerous as it pulls you into its bosom.

Poverty is like a crumb that sits at a table, and starves itself to death.

What happened when we died? How were we to know that death wasn't as profound an adventure as life was?

My arm began moving, turning the invisible crank of Death's music box. Somewhere inside, I didn't want the melody to end.

No matter how careful we are, if we live long enough, eventually one of us will die. It is not a happy thought, but it is the truth. Such is the way of the world.

It's a breath you took too late.It's a death that's worse than fate.

May your sleep be your death, and your wakefulness be your heaven.

Death was a living creature. Death was a man tormented by his past. Death was once a human.

They say when you meet somebody that looks just like you, you die.

Don't Fear the Reaper.

As a resident, my highest ideal was not saving lives -- everyone dies eventually -- but guiding a patient or family to an understanding of death or illness.

Death is another inevitable consequence of possessing something without its understanding.

I was planning a death, not a burglary, but in many ways that just made it easier. Taking a life was, in my experience, a damned sight less complicated than taking jewels from a hidden strongbox.

A place with no handholds, no landmarks, no past at all:That would have been too much like dying

We all labor against our own cure, for death is the cure of all diseases

Death, is a beautiful conclusion to these short stories, that which we have so interestingly entitled, lives.

Full of beautiful grace so we steal their space, and death comes quickly.

Until a seed falls to the ground and dies, it does not become a tree that later yields many fruits and multitude of seeds. We must embrace the thought of death for us to have greater lives.

You know, everything's a sort of lie, and then you die.

Or was that fatalism another good move in design space? Did the universe evolve eyes and wings and sense organs and bitter amusement at the prospect of death all the same way?

In this world where I sit at my desk writing these words, people die, they pass on, people are mortal. In the cyber world we inhabit they do not.

Seeing death as the end of life is like seeing the horizon as the end of the ocean.

Only death consistently excites your emotions, whether contemplating when life is safe and stale, or fleeing it when life is threatened and precious