Quotes About Death

Na guerra, os pobres são mortos. Na paz, os pobres morrem.

A gente não vai para o céu. É o oposto: o céu é que nos entra, pulmões adentro. A pessoa morre e é engasgada em nuvem.

what is to life is to die

Life is not without pain, but life concerns itself with how we handle that pain, or joy, or confusion or triumph. Life is more than time passing before death, it is the sum and total of all we make of it.

Honor is a thin cloak against the chill of a grave.

But to elude death is not easy: attempt it who will, he shall go to the place prepared for each of the sons of men, the soul-bearers dwelling on earth, ordained them by fate: laid fast in that bed, the body shall sleep when the feast is done.

As in Job God died, so also in Christ will God be made alive.

I saw why people died and how they died. I saw gunshot wounds and liver failure. It was a good learning experience, so I came regularly on weekends and holidays.

The rescue of the hostages, so far away from home, is about to become legend. But it has exacted a price: three of the hostages have died in the firefight. As has one soldier, Lieutenant-Colonel Yoni Netanyahu, brother of future Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu.

Were paying more for the privilege of getting sick and dying early. Once again, it makes no sense. And once again, no one in Washington is talking about how to fix it.

When describing Tarzan's killing habits, Burroughs is quite clear about what makes an ideal man: He killed for food most often, but being a man, he sometimes killed for pleasure, a thing which no other animal does; for it has remained for man alone among all the creatures to kill senselessly and wantonly for the mere pleasures of inflicting suffering and death.19

any society or government that relies too heavily on technology will find itself perched perilously on a crumbling precipice over the valley of death and destruction.

sold for the price of a slave. And in a matter of hours they hoped he would die like a slave; on a cross. Clearly Jesus would die as a slave, nailed to the cross beam, but he would not die like a slave.

Cadavers and spirits are human refuse, and they are absurdly difficult to dispose of properly. When someone dies, a small gang of specialists is required to remove and inter the body in such a way that it can always be located precisely at any time while preventing it from ever appearing again.

What it must feel like to lie back with cut wrists in a warm bath, a voluptuous dwindling feeling.

I was told, or read, that everyone visits Veciofeni's cave sooner or later. He stood in there and wept himself to death, evidently, and this manner of dying, so gently incremental, brought about the perfect preservation of his body as a consequence of his mummy-like dehydration and the saturation of his person with his own lachrymal salt.

I think of beauty as something that dies; either it's destroyed by time or stupidity or I have only a moment to experience it, and then only memory after that; even if i can return and look again, I can't quite manage to get back the moment. So, to me, the beauty of the trees is like the beauty of death, as if death will mean wondering forever in the dim of those trees, the landscape funerealizes in its lushest profusion of green.

Early this morning, I signed my death warrant.

Her father used to say The death of a horse is the life of a crow, and Ada had never really taken in the meaning of the phrase. But she knew it in her bones now.

What does it mean to regret when you have no choice? It's what you can bear. And there it is... It was death. I chose life.

Dead, we are revealed in our true dimensions, and they are surprisingly modest.

I don't have any regrets, really, except that one. I wanted to write about you, about us, really. Do you know what I mean? I wanted to write about everything, the life we're having and the lives we might have had. I wanted to write about all the ways we might have died.

They live in unbridled pleasure; they offend Him, without thinking that each year they are closer to death.

Suffering pleases me for two reasons: because Jesus preferred suffering from his birth till his death on the cross. It must then be something very great since the All-Powerful One sought to suffer always. And suffering also pleases me because it is in the crucible of sorrow that souls are formed and because Jesus gives this gift to the souls He loves the most.