Quotes About Death

Reconozco que ésa era la preocupación que tenía cuando estaba vivo: hasta dónde podría aguantar. Porque cuando uno está vivo, quiere seguir viviendo, y eso es siempre una tentación peligrosa. En cambio, la tentación se acaba cuando uno sabe que está muerto.

Usted me ofrece que viva como un muerto. Y antes que eso prefiero morir como un vivo.

Los que a sabiendas hieren y matan y torturan, se creen fieles lacayos de la muerte, pero esos imbéciles no saben que, desde tiempo inmemorial, la parquísima inmola a sus lacayos. Cuando

Después de todo la muerte es sólo un síntoma de que hubo vida.

He was a degenerate gambler. That is, a man who gambled simply to gamble and must lose. As a hero who goes to war must die. Show me a gambler and I'll show you a loser, show me a hero and I'll show you a corpse.

What we think of as our sensitivity is only the higher evolution of terror in a poor dumb beast. We suffer for nothing. Our own death wish is our only real tragedy.

Es más fácil imaginar la muerte de una persona que la de cien o mil...Multiplicado, el sufrimiento se vuelve abstracto. No es fácil conmoverse por cosas abstractas.

She knew her death was near because time had begun to fold like a fan so that the past and the present rubbed together in ways that made her feel supple and porous, as if time were moving through her body and not the other way around.

This was what death would be, too, she imagined: a moment that would happen once and then recur each time it was encountered in memory,

Life had been a suit I'd only put on for special occasions. Most of the time I kept it in the back of my closet, forgetting it was there. We were meant to die when it was barely stitched anymore, when the elbows and knees were stained with grass and mud, shoulder pads uneven from people hugging you all the time, downpours and blistering sun, the fabric faded, buttons gone.

I knew they would kill me when they found out, but…" He struggled for words, releasing a sharp breath. I think I realized that I would rather die because I betrayed them, than live because I betrayed you.

One bloody battle followed another. Sometimes the North won, sometimes the South, but always the soldiers lost, thousands of them dying or maimed.

Life is absolutely unbearable. And we're going to die.

Now he understood. This was death. Death was a silence that gave back no answer.

Do you know what the first poet said about our kind, young Ren? 'Cats are the great mystery, born in that space where shadow meets light ... that borderland of dreams and death, and death and life. No door is closed against us. No secret can defy us. We exist in every world, every universe, every possibility. We cannot be denied, not even by the dead.' We are magnificent, Ren Mormorian. We are fucking glorious.

There are miracles, Maxine. Even in death, and betrayal, and grief—there are still miracles. Cling to that, cling to hope. No matter how terrible things get, or how helpless you feel. Hope is what will save you, again and again. So get up. Get up off that floor where I found you. Fight, Maxine. Fight for your life. Fight for other lives that haven't been born. Fight for your hope. Fight for your heart. You'll find a miracle if you do. I promise.

I don't think we have souls. I think death is the end. A lot of people can't bear that idea, but I find it a little restful, really. I'm happy not to feel I'm going on. I don't really want to. I think this life has been plenty. It's just about all anybody could take, really. I'm cheerful about the feeling the end will come -- let it come.

Raymond Lull, was the first Westerner to devise and carry out a full-fledged mission strategy among Muslims. Lull followed his own advice that Europeans learn Arabic in order to communicate the gospel in Islamic regions. His life ended during a fourth mission trip to Muslims, when again his actions matched his words. "Missionaries will convert the world by preaching, but also through the shedding of tears and blood and with great labour, and through a bitter death."[48]

you must work very hard to accept the Buddha nature. And I know how you can resolve this." But he would not tell me that day, saying it was best left for a later time. And the next day, he died. My brother monks found it hilarious. "He will tell you when he gets back," one of the elders told me, laugh­ing. I

Jesus proclaimed the favor of God in His very first sermon. Then He sealed the deal with His death and resurrection. Favor is a function of surrender. If we don't hold out on God, God will not hold out on us.

I'm not convinced that your date of death is the date carved on your tombstone. Most people die long before that. We start dying when we have nothing worth living for. Ad we don't really start living until we find something worth dying for. Ironically, discovering something worth dying for is what makes life worth living.

I'm not convinced that your date of death is the date carved on your tombstone. Most people die long before that. We start dying when we have nothing worth living for. And we don't really start living until we find something worth dying for. Ironically, discovering something worth dying for is what makes life worth living.

La fecha de nuestra muerte no es la fecha que escriben en la lápida de nuestro sepulcro. El día en que dejemos de soñar, es el día en que comenzaremos a morir. Cuando sacrificamos la imaginación en el altar de la lógica, le robamos a Dios la gloria que le pertenece a él con todo derecho.

He loved the rain and the raw energy of crashing storms. I'm going to die in the rain. Too much has happened to me in the rain. I'm going to die in the rain.