Quotes About Death

Why?' he asked. 'Absolution.' He didn't get it, they never did. His death was a duty, ordered by guilt. Greg had learnt all about duty from the Army

If you don't believe in ghosts, why you wake up from nightmares screaming out the names of your dead friends?

There are mornings when it feels as if you rise up to the surface through a mud bath. With your feet stuck in a block of cement. When you know that you've expired in the night and have nothing to be happy about except the fact that at least you've already died so they can't transplant your lifeless organs.

A child who is born is something to seek out, something to search for, a star, a northern light, a column of energy in the universe. And a child who dies-that's an abomination.

I can't imagine that anything like the Christian image of hell actually exists. But lately I've been wondering about the ancient Greenlandic realm of the dead. If you consider all the unpleasantness you encounter while you're alive, it seems improbable that it would all come to an end simply because you're dead.

The bad thing about death is not that it changes the future. It's that it leaves us alone with our memories.

Det ser ut som en krypta. - Döden är förtroendeingivande. Alla banker är inredda som gravvalv.

Why? Because he believed that "living in the expectation of death . . . would . . . be . . . harder" than living with an illusion. His position may have been highly humane, but it was also debilitating.

How can you kill a man who'd already been dead for years?

Life and death lived inside each other. That's what occured to me. Death was inside all of us, waiting for warmer nights, a compromised system, a beetle, as in the now dying black timber on the mountains.

The difference maybe between the living and the dead: the living often want to be numb, the dead never do ...

Also I wonder how Bangley is built inside and everyone like him. He is at home with his solitude as the note reverberating inside a bell. Prefers it. Will protect it to the death. Lives for protecting it the way a peregrine lives for killing other birds midflight. Does not want to communicate what the death and the beauty do to each other inside him.

Never know how you feel about someone until they die and come back.

Well, I think that's sort of like Eve biting the apple. You were talking about Genesis. I think it's like that, the crow is like the serpent. He is giving the horse the awareness of choice. And with a full knowledge of choice comes a foreknowledge of death.

The difference maybe between the living and the dead: the living often want to be numb the dead never do, if they never want anything.

Life and death lived inside each other. That's what occurred to me. Death was inside all of us, waiting for warmer nights, a compromised system, a beetle, as in the now dying black timber on the mountains. And life was inside death, virulent and insistent as a strain of flu. How it should be. It

The creature gazes into openness with all its eyes.… Free from death. We alone see that: the free creature has its progress always behind it, and God before it, and when it moves, it moves in eternity, as streams do. She

Life and death lived inside each other. That's what occurred to me. Death was inside all of us, waiting for warmer nights, a compromised system, a beetle, as in the now dying black timber on the mountains. And life was inside death, virulent and insistent as a strain of flu. How it should be.

Few people had the luck to die in the prime of life in full appreciation of all the goodness therein. Leave it at that, he thought. As good a place as any.

The American appetite for loneliness impressed me, and there was something about this solitude that freed conversation. One night at a bar, I met a man, and within five minutes he explained that he had just been released from prison. Another drinker told me that his wife had passed away, and he had recently suffered a heart attack, and now he hoped that he would die within the year. I learned that there's no reliable small talk in America; at any moment a conversation can become personal.

It's not that Darwinism isn't describing something real. It's just not life. It's death… and Hell.

I just hope I die naturally before somebody breaks into my house and beats me to death for whatever I happen to have in my wallet, it's just a race between the one and the other for me.

Living doesn't do you any good,' he replied. 'It kills us all.

The sky was blue. So was Ellie, and I knew how she felt. Mario Lanzarote had just died.