Quotes About Death

I would far prefer to be told simply to go and die. It's straightforward. But people almost never say, "Die!" Paltry, prudent hypocrites!

I had no choice but to pray for his death. Typically enough, the one thing that never occurred to me was to kill him. During the course of my life I have wished innumerable times that I might meet with a violent death, but I have never once desired to kill anybody. I thought that in killing a dreaded adversary I might actually be bringing him happiness.

During the course of my life I have wished innumerable times that I might meet with a violent death, but I have never once desired to kill anybody. I thought that in killing a dreaded adversary I might actually be bringing him happiness.

The ones who die are always the gentle, sweet, and beautiful people.

Women sleep so soundly they seem to be dead. Who knows? Women may live in order to sleep.

I wonder if there is anyone who is not depraved. A wearisome thought. I want money. Unless I have it.... In my sleep, a natural death!

I have no choice. I am a person with no reason to live. I know my lot. Yes, it would be great to die one day sooner.

The smile of one flower permeates those who live next to death more than the problem of life and death.

But people almost never say, "Die!", Paltry prudent, hypocrites.

Quiero morir, porque el vivir sólo causa pecado.

I should have died sooner. But there was one thing: Mama's love. When I thought of that I couldn't die. It's true, as I have said, that just as man has the right to live as he chooses, he has the right to die when he pleases, and yet as long as my mother remained alive, I felt that the right to death would have to be left in abeyance, for to exercise it would have meant killing her too.

God killed me, and only after He had made me into someone entirely different from the person I had been, did he call me back to life.

People depend on death to be complete. While alive, they are all incomplete.

Ada sebuah kisah tentang bagaimana pada suatu pagi musim semi ketika matahari cerah menyinari dedahanan prem di mana dua atau tiga kembang mekar terdapat seorang pelajar Heidelberg bergelantungan di sana, mati.

Those who wish to go on living can always manage to survive whatever obstacles there may be. That is splendid of them, and I daresay that what people call the glory of mankind is comprised of just such a thing. But I am convinced that dying is not a sin. It is painful for the plant which is myself to live in the atmosphere and light of this world. Somewhere an element is lacking which would permit me to continue. I am wanting. It has been all I could do to stay alive up to now.

If things went well I would like to become his inseparable friend; but if this proved utterly impossible, I had no choice but to pray for his death.

As pessoas trabalham para ganhar seu pão, pois se não comem, morrem." Para mim, não havia frase mais obscura, difícil de entender e, ao mesmo tempo, que soasse mais ameaçadora do que essa.

I wanted to maintain the illusion of peace and harmony even one day, even one moment. Longer. Dreading above all the thought of giving people such a frightful shock, I acted out the temporizing lie as if my life depended on it. I was forever doing that: backing myself further into a corner as I contemplated my own death.

Just as a man has the right to live, he ought also to have the right to die.

Cette nuit-là nous nous précipitâmes dans la mer à Kamakura. Tsune-ko dénoua sa ceinture, la plia et la posa sur un rocher. J'enlevai mon manteau, le plaçai à côté et nous nous jetâmes ensemble dans la mer. Tsune-ko mourut. Moi seul fut sauvé.

Fuera se extendía el océano de la irracionalidad, y lanzarme a nadar en sus aguas hasta morir se me hacía más placentero.

The night has dawned. I have made you suffer a long time. Good-bye. My drunkenness from last night has entirely worn off. I shall die sober. Once more, good-bye. Kazuko. I am, after all, an aristocrat.

Quero morrer. Quero morrer mais do que tudo. Não há mais chance de recuperação. Não importa o que faça, não importa como faça, estou fadado a falhar e adicionar uma camada de verniz à minha vergonha. Não posso sonhar em ir de bicicleta até uma cascata cercada de folhas verdes. São apenas crimes sujos empilhando-se sobre crimes miseráveis e meu sofrimento só cresce e fica ainda mais violento. Quero morrer. Preciso morrer: viver é uma fonte de pecados.

He's all right. Naoji's all right. Scoundrels like Naoji simply don't die. The ones who die are always the gentle, sweet, and beautiful people.