Quotes About Death

The Danish conqueror had breathed his last on 3 February 1014,

The oaths of loyalty they had sworn to Swein had expired on his death,

before being stabbed, strangled and cremated; men hanged with dogs and horses in sacred groves.

In 757, having ruled for forty-one years, he was killed by his own bodyguard

Æthelred made an invaluable contribution to the war effort by dropping dead, clearing the way for Edmund to succeed him.

Ealdred of Bamburgh, had dutifully attended several assemblies down to his death in 933.

Egbert, alas, never got to make his planned pilgrimage, and died later in the same year.

With both Cynewulf and Cyneheard dead, and many of their men with them,

Bede consoled his readers that the two boys had gone gladly to their deaths, 'assured of their entry into the eternal kingdom'.

they probably became worse after the death of Theodore, who died in September 690 at the advanced age of eighty-eight.

the old king died not long afterwards in January 858. The elder son retained the position he had usurped,

not least because he eventually died a martyr's death,

But by the time of Edward's succession in 899, Ecgwynn had either died or been discarded,

Viola De Lesseps: You have never spoken so well of him before. William Shakespeare: He was not dead before.

Oh, how I love the Earth and everything in it, life and death. And men. One can think of nothing finer, or nicer, than men their wars, their concentration camps, their justice.

D'ailleurs c'est toujours les autres qui meurent.

All this twaddle, the existence of God, atheism, determinism, liberation, societies, death, etc., are pieces of a chess game called language, and they are amusing only if one does not preoccupy oneself with 'winning or losing this game of chess.

Het verlangen, de pijn van het gemis, het drama, dat was wat ik herkende als echt en waar. De rust, de gelijkmatigheid van het dagelijks bestaan, het gewone, daar keek ik op neer. Voor mij niet de verdoving die leven heet, dat lauwwarme voortbestaan in de hoop dat je zonder al te veel problemen oud wordt en doodgaat.

We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has every hour filled in advance.

Perhaps it is not-being that is the true state, and all our dream of life is inexistent; but, if so, we feel that these phrases of music, these conceptions which exist in relation to our dream, must be nothing either. We shall perish, but we have as hostages these divine captives who will follow and share our fate. And death in their company is somehow less bitter, less inglorious, perhaps even less probable.

Maybe it is nothingness that is real and our entire dream is nonexistent, but in that case we feel that these phrases of music, and these notions that exist in relation to our dream, must also be nothing. We will perish, but we have for hostages these divine captives who will follow us and share our fate. And death in their company is less bitter, less inglorious, perhaps less probable.

When a belief vanishes, there survives it -- more and more vigorously so as to cloak the absence of the power, now lost to us, of imparting reality to new things -- a fetishistic attachment to the old things which it did once animate, as if it was in them and not in ourselves that the divine spark resided, and as if our present incredulity had a contingent cause -- the death of the gods.

Our love of life is only an old liaison of which we do not know how to rid ourselves. Its strength lies in its permanence. But death which severs it will cure us of the desire for immortality.

Death is in truth an illness from which we recover