Quotes About Death

He didn't mean to be rude but at first glance this man seemed an exact model for the kind of person who comes to California to die, perfect in every detail down to fever eyes and unruly hands.

We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the moment of waking from a troubled dream it may be so the moment after death.

Of all the events which constitute a person's biography, there is scarcely one… to which the world so easily reconciles itself as to his death.

Death should take me while I am in the mood.

Hope was all that stood between them and death.

It is painful to witness the death of the smallest of God's created beings, much more, one in which life is so vigorously maintained as the Whale! And when I saw this, the largest and most terrible of all created animals bleeding, quivering, dying a victim to the cunning of man, my feelings were indeed peculiar!

A brave man dies but once, a coward many times.

Bye-bye. I'm off on a journey to the real world. 'Cause within this meta-reality what's real is this - my death.

If people can't stand being alone, they have no choice but to die

The living mourn the dead for a time but they forget about them as days pass. The living are so selfish, so spoilt, so taken with the very act of living that they don't remember long.

Badreya whispered in her ear, "The price of freedom is high, Bodour, and there is no writing without freedom. Break your chains, Bodour, break free of your prison and reach out for the forbidden tree. If you eat from it, you will not die, for knowledge leads you to life and not to death. You will live forever.

Setiap orang harus mati. Saya akan mati, dan kamu akan mati. Dan yang penting ialah bagaimana untuk hidup sampai mati.

Setiap orang akan mati, Firdaus. Saya akan mati, dan kamu akan mati. Dan yang penting ialah bagaimana untuk hidup sampai mati." "Kau harus lebih keras dari hidup itu, Firdaus. Hidup itu amat keras. Yang hanya hidup ialah orang-orang lebih keras dari hidup itu sendiri." "Hidup adalah ular. Keduanya sama, Firdaus. Bila ular itu menyadari kau bukan ular dia akan menggigitmu. Dan bila hidup itu tahu kau tidak punya sengatan, ia akan menghancurkanmu.

Oleh karena dunia penuh dusta, ia harus membayar harganya dengan kematian.

My life means their death. My death means their life. And life for them means more crime, more plunder, unlimited booty.

For truth and death are similar in that they both require a great courage if one wishes to face them. And truth is like death in that it kills. When I killed I did it with truth not with a knife. That is why they are afraid and in a hurry to execute me. They do not fear my knife. It is my truth that frightens them.

I have triumphed over both life and death because I no longer desire to live, nor do I any longer fear to die. I want nothing. I hope for nothing. I fear nothing. Therefore I am free. For during life it is our wants, our hopes, our fears that enslave us.

Ölümle gerçek birbirlerine benzer. Gerçekler de insan? öldürdüÄŸü için , ölüm gibidir. Ben bir insan? öldürdüÄŸüm zaman, onu b?çakla deÄŸil, gerçekle öldürdüm. Bu yüzden korkuyorlar; beni yok etmek için bu yüzden acele ediyorlar. B?çaktan korkmazlar. onlar? korkutan gerçeÄŸimdir!

There is no such thing as immortality: death is change. A human being is dying every day that it lives. The material of its body is exchanged for other materials, its thoughts change. All that lives is the DNA, and what does that matter to you? In the end it is your mind that is important.

My greatest wish for humanity is not for peace or comfort or joy. It is that we all still die a little inside every time we witness the death of another. For only the pain of empathy will keep us human. There's no version of God that can help us if we ever lose that.

Death must exist for life to have meaning.

You are afraid to die, and you're afraid to live. What a way to exist.

Maria had died in childbirth-related complications sixteen years before, in 1804, as her mother Martha (or Patty) Wayles Jefferson had died from childbirth before her, and as her grandmother had died after giving birth to her mother.

It is the stale breath of Death on his open and vulnerable neck that immortalizes the hero, that lends a fireside story its luster.