Quotes About Death

We were sorry for them, for such deaths were really horrible; yet we envied them, too. They had found the courage to reject a life which no longer merited the name.

As a matter of fact, the idea of death seeped into our blood. We would die, anyway, whatever happened. We would be gassed, we would be burned, we would be hanged, or we would be shot. The members of the underground at least knew that if they died, they would die fighting for something.

It occurred to me that every unjustly inflictd death deserved public exposure. Even an Insect's. A death that nobody noticed was twice as scandalous.

To my mind, Death should be followed by the annihilation of matter. That would be the best solution for the body. Like this, annihilated bodies would go straight back into the black holes whence they came. The Souls would travel at the speed of light into the light. If such a thing as the Soul exists.

La morte implica la privazione del diritto al movimento, perché la vita è movimento. Il corpo ucciso smette di muoversi. L'uomo è un corpo.

Dressing the dead man was like a form of caress. I doubt he ever experienced such tenderness in life.

Mert minél tisztább, minél élesebb a tudat, annál több benne a rettegés. (...) Ha nem tudunk róla, hogy létezünk, megszabadulunk az id?t?l és a haláltól.

Being healthy is an insecure state and does not bode well. It's better to be ill in a quiet way, then at least we know what we're going to die of.

There is only one thing we cannot have—eternal life, and, by God, whence did that concept come into our heads, that idea of being immortal?

Apoptosis is natural death, brought about by the tiredness and exhaustion of matter. In Greek this word means 'the dropping of petals'. The world has dropped its petals.

Dziwne - jej my?li owiewaj? ca?? okolic?. Wiatr - mówi jaki? g?os w jej g?owie, zapewne w?asny. Wiatr to jest wzrok umar?ych, kiedy patrz? na ?wiat stamt?d, gdzie s?.

The same fate awaits me too, and Oddball, and the Deer outside; one day we shall all be nothing more than corpses.

We were equals once when we lay new-born babes on our nurse's knees. We will be equal again when they tie up our jaws for the last sleep.

For a little sould that cries oout aloud for continued personal existence for itseld and its beloved, there is no help. For the sould which know itself no more as a unit, but as part of the Universal Unit of which the Beloved also is part; which feels within itself the throb of the Universal Life; for that soul there is not death.

The only art her guilt to cover,To hide her shame from every eye,To give repentance to her lover,And wring his bosom, is—to die.

When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can sooth her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom—is to die.

The country blooms—a garden, and a grave.

Only the young die good.

I've been to war, and it's not easy to kill. It's bloody and messy and totally horrifying, and the consequences are serious.

Such power, so much death in one place at one time. Never to be forgotten.

No person should ever have to witness so much death,

Between two groups of men that want to make inconsistent kinds of worlds I see no remedy except force... It seems to me that every society rests on the death of men.

A pun does not commonly justify a blow in return. But if a blow were given for such cause, and death ensued, the jury would be judges both of the facts and of the pun, and might, if the latter were of an aggravated character, return a verdict of justifiable homicide.

Ah, si yo hubiera sabido que la muerte es un país donde no se puede vivir!