Quotes About Death

Dedilhou o pulso estático numa busca tão intensa que acabou por transferir para o pulso da morta o latejar do próprio dedo inflamado.

Às vezes quero morrer para depois ressuscitar jovem igual ao retrato que o polonês fez. Mas a gente não pode escolher a ressurreição, pode?

Before Christ brought life and immortality to light, death was the slayer of man's hopes. It left love alive, but love without hope is poignant sorrow.

It is true that even to the heathen death did not end all. They believed in something after death, but they knew not what--a vague, shadowy, unsatisfactory immortality.

Human society is part of the general order, and the more our knowledge increases the less we are inclined to believe that the birth or death of princes, the rise or fall of millionaires, are matters that cause the sun to stand still or even produce the appearance of comets in the sky.

A man who has been dead for a week in a hot trailer looks more like a man than you would first expect.

Flies die in so many lonely places. -Roberta Rohbeson

War is always the same. It is young men dying in the fullness of their promise. It is trying to kill a man that you do not even know well enough to hate. Therefore, to know war is to know that there is still madness in the world.

Thirst is a symptom of need, the body's way of telling me to take action. If I don't listen, I end up dehydrated and all sorts of bad things can happen, including loss of consciousness and death. Spiritual dryness is also a symptom: Something is wrong! Take action! I'm drying up! I need God. My soul's longing for God is as never-ending as my physical need for water. And spiritual dehydration leads to spiritual death.

Death was not God's choice; it was man's. Death is unnatural, a punishment for sin. But God countered man's choice with another perfect plan—He redeemed us in Christ so we could live forever with Him.

The Plenimarans lay scattered in a wide circle. At its center, Seregil and Alec lay side by side, hands clasped between them even in death.

For all the accomplishments of molecular biology, we still can't tell a live cat from a dead cat.

I used to try and forget, now I desperately try to remember. I used to control my thoughts, now they control me. I used to fear death, now I fear life.

Staking is a terrible way to go. I'd much rather be decapitated. It still makes an awful mess but it's a lot more dignified than your limbs twittering all over the place. - Jo March

I cannot think of a life without him in it. I cannot bury another son. This time I fear they will have to put me in the ground with him.

Sudden cardiovascular death also appears to be linked with solar geomagnetic activity.12 Heart-attack rates rise and fall according to solar-cycle activity:

In Europe, Murrow observed to his wife, people were dying and "a thousand years of civilization [were] being smashed" while America remained on the sidelines. How could one possibly be objective or neutral about that?

More people died in Warsaw alone during the war than did Americans in both European and Pacific combat theaters

It's not surprising, then, that after conservatism made a comeback following the war and FDR's death, one of its first targets would be the film industry.

I cannot help feeling that to die at the height of a man's career, universally honoured and admired, to die while great issues are still commanding the whole of his interest, to be taken from us at the moment when he could already see ultimate success in view—is not the most unenviable of fates." A number of those present thought Churchill was talking about himself, as well as the man to whom he was paying tribute.

The stillness and stasis of bed are the perfect opposite of travel: inertia is what I've come to consider the default mode, existentially and electronically speaking. Bed, its utter inactivity, offers a glimpse of eternity, without the drawback of being dead.

His pain in the garden became power in the tomb! His crucifixion on the cross became the defeat of death. His broken body became the resurrection hope for the world.

But lying in the critical care unit—an abdomen distending more and more with each passing hour, tubes running in and out of a body refusing to function, and a pain pump set to deliver the highest doses but still not relieving the pain—will make death look quite appealing.

If we aren't walking in wisdom, intimacy, and understanding with our Lord, we are walking in folly. And folly's ways lead to death.