Quotes About Death

A war comes always to someone else...The war, at first anyway, was for other people...And just as war is always for somebody else, so it is also true that someone else always gets killed. And Mother of God! that wasn't true either...

Casy said, He was foolin', all the time. I think he knowed it. An' Grampa didn' die tonight. He died the minute you took 'im off the place. You sure a that? Pa cried. Why, no. Oh, he was breathin, but he was dead. He was that place, an' he knowed it.

Aron felt that something had to die--his mother or his world...He got to his feet and pushed his mother back into death and closed his mind against her.

And this you can know--fear the time when manself suffers and dies for a concept, for this one quality is th foundation of man self, and this one quality is man, distinctive in the universe

For some reason he remembered the Mexican name for carnations. Somebody must have told him when he was a kid. They were called Nails of Love ---and marigolds , the Nails of Death. It was a word lie nails---claveles. Maybe he'd better put marigolds on his mothers grave.

An' Grandpa didn' die tonight. He died the minute you took 'im off the place. You sure a that? Pa cried Why, no. Oh he was breathin', Casy went on, but he was dead. He was that place, an' he knowed it.

Laughter comes later, like wisdom teeth, and laughter at yourself comes last of all in a mad race with death, and sometimes it isn't in time." Her

Yes, I do. Yes, I do. It is easy out of laziness, out of weakness, to throw oneself into the lap of deity, saying, 'I couldn't help it; the way was set.' But think of the glory of the choice! That makes a man a man. A cat has no choice, a bee must make honey. There's no godliness there. And do you know, those old gentlemen who were sliding gently down to death are too interested to die now?

There's no beholden in a time of dying, said Wilson, and Sairy echoed him, Never no beholden. p. 145

Liza accepted the world as she accepted the Bible, with all of its paradoxes and its reverses. She did not like death but she knew it existed, and when it came it did not surprise her.

When a man comes to die, no matter what his talents and influences and genius, if he died unloved his life must be a failure to him and his dying a cold horror. It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure to the world.

The smells of life and richness, of death and digestion, of decay and birth, burden the air.

We're proud to help,'' said Wilson. "We're beholden to you,'' said Pa. "There's no beholden in a time of dying,'' said Wilson, and Sairy echoed him, "Never no beholden.

It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure to the world. We have only one story. All novels, all poetry, are built on the never-ending contest in ourselves of good and evil. And it occurs to me that evil must constantly respawn, while good, while virtue, is immortal. Vice has always a new fresh young face, while virtue is venerable as nothing else in the world is.

Hay?r, ölmekte olan kiÅŸiyi sevebilir, nefret edebilir, arkas?ndan aÄŸlayabilir, özleyebilirsiniz; ama öldüÄŸü zaman o art?k karma??k ve resmi bir sosyal kutlaman?n ana malzemesi, baÅŸl?ca süs olup ç?kar.

YaÅŸamayan insanlara cennet umudundan nas?l söz edilebilir? Kendi ruhlar? çiÄŸnendiÄŸi, kederlere gömüldüÄŸü bir anda onlara nas?l Allah'tan söz edilebilir? Onlar?n yard?ma ihtiyac? var. Ölüme boyun eÄŸmeden önce yaÅŸamalar? gerek.

Sadness and death, she thought, and death and sadness, and it wrenched in her stomach against the soreness. You just have to wait around long enough and it will come.

Los hombres comían algo que no habían cultivado y no había conexión entre ellos y el pan. La tierra daba frutos sometidos al hierro y bajo el hierro moría gradualmente; porque no había para ella ni amor ni odio, y no se le ofrecían oraciones ni se le echaban maldiciones.

When a man comes to die, no matter what his talents and influence and genius, if he dies unloved his life must be a failure to him and his dying a cold horror. It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure to the world.

If the other tire blew, there we were, on a wet and lonesome road, having no recourse except to burst into tears and wait for death. And perhaps some kind birds might cover us with leaves.

To be human is to be in the tense condition of a death-foreseeing, consciously libidinous animal. No other earthly creature suffers such a capacity for thought, such a complexity of envisioned but frustrated possibilities, such a troubling ability to question the tribal and biological imperatives.

People go around mourning the death of God; it's the death of sssin that bothers me. Without ssin, people aren't people any more, they're just ssoul-less sheep.

The universe is a pointless, self running machine, and we are insignificant by-products, whom death will tuck back into oblivion, with or without holy fanfare.

We all dream, and we all stand aghast at the mouth of the caves of our deaths; and this is our way in. into the nether world