Quotes About Death

You will not be making light of the situation if I die before your wedding. In that event, Desdemona and my fortune will go to my distant cousin in England. You know very well that pitiful sister of yours will never marry, so the responsibility of providing an heir to the Blackwell fortune is yours. It's time you face up to that obligation, and my new will forces you to do just that.

I never did thank you for saving my life," she whispered. "Leaving you there would have been like my own death," he answered in a rough voice.

His death was the first time that Ed Wynn ever made anyone sad.

Dying is no big deal; the least of us will manage it. Living is the trick.

I learned to love reading again, but a lot of the time the books made me ache worse. When I was in school I didn't realize that most fiction was about death and regret. About things people wished they had or hadn't said, done or hadn't done and how, for whatever reasons, saying or not saying, doing or not doing had buried them alive. I was already too familiar with that feeling to want to read much more about it. Lately I was sticking to nonfiction.

There is something of the ghoul in the page-swallower and of the novel-reader in the stroller through cemeteries.

Kafka experienced it at the movies and in Yitzhak Löwy's burlesque theater. And yet he made slapstick the medium of a chilling message: We fidget not because we are alive but because we get crushed the moment we stop.

tragic elements in present history are not as significant as the ironic ones. Pure tragedy elicits tears of admiration and pity for the hero who is willing to brave death or incur guilt for the sake of some great good. Irony however prompts some laughter and a nod of comprehension beyond the laughter; for irony involves comic absurdities which cease to be altogether absurd when fully understood.

Ah! I wish I had the courage to work for the debasement of my contemporaries. What good work it would be to defile their daughters: to insinuate something obscene into the infantile hands which caress each paternal beard and cheek; to poison them, even at the risk of perishing ourselves; to do as those Spanish monks did, who drank death in order that they might persuade the French rabble which had violated their monastery to do likewise.

Vous allez encore mourir ! cette fois, vos sales inventions ne pourront rien pour vous. Et vous serez damné !

It is because this sensation of truth provides me with a joy I would be unable to describe in human words that I believe it to be from some other world and that, through its miracle, I can already picture myself having passed through the gates of death.

Gaily I lived as ease and nature taught, And spent my little life without a thought, And am amazed that Death, that tyrant grim, Should think of me, who never thought of him.

In myth, violent death is always justified.

There are no tears here," the young construction worker said at the funeral, when the ancient union leader, with two strokes, three heart attacks, and a lung condition, died at last. "True," the priest said, surveying the mourners in the cathedral. "No tears. Either the wake went on too long or he was a hard, hard man.

If death row is a sharp punishment, life without parole can be an endless torture.

How odd it is, that the dead weigh more than the living. You would think it would be the opposite, but it isn't. I think it is because souls give bodies lightness and air. When the soul leaves, the body has nothing left and is desperate to return to the earth.

Most people get excited over new cars; I get excited over death certificates. It's no wonder my husband worries about my state of mind.

death doth not heal, it amputates. Those

Ye should have killed me, watched the last mean sigh Sneak through my nostril like a

When Stout heard the news of Wodehouse's death in 1975, he expressed his admiration thus: "He always used the right words, and nearly always used them well.

He smelled more powerfully like himself now that he was dead than he had when he was alive.

A body? Of a person? Dead?" "Bodies usually are. And this one was very dead indeed.

expected to find you dead. But I entrusted you to the care of Saint Rita.

It's not fair. But then nothing has been fair for a long time, has it? All those chaps I flew with who went down in flames. All those poor sods sitting at dinner in their houses who were blasted to pieces by doodlebugs. And the poor, damned wretches in the concentration camps. None of them deserved to die.