Quotes About Death

Ljudi zive mirno, a umiru naglo.

Sve što nam se dešava, nije stvarnost, ve? naš san o stvarnosti. Kakva je onda ta stvarnost, i da li postoji? Ili je sam san stvarnost? Ko nas to drži u snu, i ko nas budi? Je li smrt bu?enje? Je li život u smrti?

I strained to hear a voice from that stone, or grave, as if beneath it were hidden the secret of life and death. I sat on the cliff's edge, above the endless forests and crags and listened to the snakelike hissing of the mountain wind, in a twofold wasteland of loneliness and nonexistence, like the ancient corpse under the slab.

I'm sorry, Heather, but everything was not just fine before I got here. You know how I know that? Because you're dead. Okay? You are dead. Dead people don't have lockers, or best friends, or boyfriends. You know why? Because they're dead.-Suze Simon

Every summer needs a theme, and I guess Love and Marriage was marginally better than Death and Despair.

Maybe googling people kills them … You keep looking them up to see where they are, until one day you look them up and they're dead.

Maybe the secret truth about death is that dead people are whisked away from their current lives and forced to live somewhere else far away—a process similar to reincarnation but taking place not in the future but now. A sort of mortality-based witness protection program. And if you found them they would look the same as they always had. If only you knew where to find them. If only you knew where to look.

I morti verze i oci ai vivi. The dead open the eyes of the living.

She's dead, Nikolai, there's no point in telling lies to make it all better," his mother said firmly. "That serves nobody. If anything, we should take this as a chance to remember that we never know how much time we might have left in this life, and if we want to put the past behind us, we ought to start now.

This was where Caitlin had been killed.

You can't hide from certain death, so you shouldn't hide from uncertain life.

Maybe I should find comfort in the utter absurdity of life and death. I can't outwit something that only plays by one rule: It will win in the end. No matter which way I choose to move, death will always come out the victor, so I should just try to enjoy the game of life as I'm playing it.

The Resurrection revealed a defined God who resist violence with powerful nonviolence and refuses to allow death to keep its grip on His child. And by raising Jesus from the dead, He raised every story He ever told, every sermon He ever preached, every value He ever stood for, every preference for the poor and the outcast that He espoused.

We must remember that all stations are as much about life as they are obviously about death. All is redeemed. All is grist for transformation and glory.

What God did for Jesus in standing up for Him, standing behind Him in life and in death, and in standing in communion and solidarity with Him, the Father also does for us, here and now, in our lives.

I accept that people with children are having a deeper, more complex experience of being alive than I am, and this is fine with me. Raising children is one of many life experiences I'm happy to die without having had, like giving birth, going to war, spending a night in jail, or seeing Forrest Gump. If I could get through life without experiencing death, I would gladly do that, too.

It's amazing what the living expect of the dying.

Given the correlation between aging and death, declaring that you can't stand today's music might actually mark the first stage of the dying process.

This is where we die, I thought, stripped of any fleck of the festive. Dying is bureaucratic and fluorescent.

could imagine what it was like to give up, to feel your mind go as wobbly as your body, reconciling yourself to the idea that death would really be a relief—a respite from lonely suffering.

My mother died of metastatic colorectal cancer shortly before three P.M. on Christmas Day of 2008. I don't know the exact time of her death, because none of us thought to look at a clock for a while after she stopped breathing.

Winter is dead; spring is crazy; summer is cheerful and autumn is wise!

A Latin phrase says: De mortuis nil nisi bonum, Speak no ill of the dead. But it is better to say this way: Speak the truth of the living and speak the truth of the dead!

As long as death exists, men will continue to exist only as a shadow, not a real thing!