Quotes About Death

Love, like death, changes everything.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference.

Jerry Lewis has been married twenty times. He gets married on a Tuesday, they find his wife dead in a swimming pool on Thursday. Maybe if you married someone who's old enough to swim next time, OK Jerry?

All tragedies are finished by a death, all comedies by a marriage.

Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives; And marriage and death and division make barren our lives.

If there is a meaning in life at all, then there must be a meaning in suffering. Suffering is an ineradicable part of life, even as fate and death. Without suffering and death human life cannot be complete.

They say life is a question and death is the answer.

Being prepared to die is one of the greatest secrets of living.

Wedding is destiny, And hanging likewise

An inch from his ear, Kevin hissed, "Hide." Not a word from Andy, not a question. Nothing but instant obedience. It made a big brother both mighty proud and sad. A shame the kid had learned such ugly lessons. Silence, fear, danger, death. Stay hidden. Move, move, move. Ugly lessons they'd all learned well.

The men had nothing to live for, so they got drunk and drove off at ninety miles an hour in a car without lights, without brakes, and without destination, to die a warrior's death.

We don't like death. We'd rather produce seeds another way. But death to ourselves, our agendas, our expectations, our hopes is necessary to find deep joy that comes when we fully relinquish ourselves to the gospel.

Crown Prince Walther of Morrighan was dead... Silence choked the crowd for a moment and then mother after mother, sister, father, wife, brother, fell to their knees.

But when I turned a chill caressed me—Go—a voice crawled up my spine—Leave—a finger turned my jaw—Hurry—and then there was a rushed blur of voices, hands, faces, running through the hall—Shhh, this way, run, don't say a word. Death strode among them, glanced at me, but this time he didn't smile. He wept. His arms were full and he could carry no more.

He was a man, not a monster, as you imagine. He died the way all men die, one breath at a time.

Maybe when you're about to die, secrets don't seem so important to keep.

When I was halfway between one world and another, a moment of clarity broke through. This is what it was to die. *

The immensity of the death was numbing. But I knew at some point tears would come again. The pain would take hold of me unexpectedly and throw me to my knees. There were no rules to grief, but there were rules to life, and in those first few days, the requirements of the living demanded I keep going. - The Beauty of Darkness

Killing is different from thinking about killing.

He died the way all men die, one breath at a time.

Death isn't a curse. It's the shadow that gives life its form, and that shadow's whispering to me now.

They were dreamers—and they dreamt themselves into the cemetery.

That he will haunt the footsteps of his enemy after death is the one revenge which a dying man can promise himself; and if men had power thus to avenge themselves the earth would be peopled with phantoms.