Quotes About Death

Often, people want both to live and to die; ambivalence saturates the suicidal act.

Four thousand years ago, an Egyptian wrote out his despair onto papyrus in the form of a narrative and four short-versed poems. This document, now in the Berlin Museum, is thought by British psychiatrist Chris Thomas to be the first suicide note [...] Death is before me today As a man longs to see his house When he has spent years in captivity.

I never again looked at the sky and saw only vastness and beauty. From that afternoon on I saw that death was also and always there.

The disease that has, on several occasions, nearly killed me does kill tens of thousands of people every year: most are young, most die unnecessarily, and many are among the most imaginative and gifted that we as a society have.

freedom from the control imposed by medication loses its meaning when the only alternatives are death and insanity.

Fire, by its nature, both creates and destroys.

Morbidly afraid of water, he then drowned himself in his swimming pool. Not too far away, consistent with a lifetime of dark humor, he left out a copy of the book Don't Go Near the Water.

Having heard so often, and so believably, John Donne's bell tolling softly that "Thou must die," one turns more sharply to life, with an immediacy and appreciation that would not otherwise exist.

I aged rapidly during those months, as one must with such loss of one's self, with such proximity to death, and such distance from shelter.

So identical were their pitiful whimpers, the way their screams gave way to desperate entreaties then returned to screams, that the notion came to me: this was what each of us would go through on our way to death, that these terrible noises were as universal as the crying of newborn babies.

I HAD a dove and the sweet dove died; And I have thought it died of grieving: O, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied, With a silken thread of my own hand's weaving; Sweet little red feet! why should you die - Why should you leave me, sweet bird! why? You liv'd alone in the forest-tree, Why, pretty thing! would you not live with me? I kiss'd you oft and gave you white peas; Why not live sweetly, as in the green trees?

I thought you was about to die before but you really about to die now." Fatback announced scared for her life.

A girl my age had been murdered in these woods and I'd seen her last terrified moments, watched her bleed to death in this forest. A life like mine had ended here, and it didn't matter how many times I'd seen deaths in movies, it wasn't the same, and I wasn't ever going to forget it.

Speaking of death, LeBlanc boasted he could kill me in the waiting room. I broke his wrist. He wasn't impressed.

Dearly departed, scarcely lamented, deeply demented...

To distract myself from thoughts of my father, i decided to check out the dead body.

It looked like I was the dead itself, and that isn't something someone should aspire to look like.

Someone called him. Someone who seems to have set the whole things up, someone who knew me, my name. I looked at Liam. Who is it? He choked on a laugh. Seriously? I just died. Your boyfriend there killed me. You really expect me to stick around and chat? Love to, but I'm a little traumatized right now. Maybe later.

You ever get into that shit again? Lotta trees behind Stonehaven. I'll string you up from one." "And let the crows peck at my corpse?" "Nah. Doesn't hurt if you're already dead.

It's official," Sam said as we walked out. "We're screwed. The universe is conspiring to destroy us." "If it was, I think it could have managed that a few times by now." "Ah, but that's the trick. You cheat death, it keeps trying. Didn't you see that movie?" "All of them, actually.

it did afford him the opportunity to pursue the science of death, and I daresay he enjoys that far more than he would a standard surgical practice. His interest has always been in the science." "A researcher rather than a practitioner.

The witch knew who had killed her and she snatched pieces of time, here and there, from the business of dying, to make her revenge.

The cats watch, but don't interfere. The witch gasps and coughs and then lies still. Her hands beat against the bed once and then are still. Still the children wait, to make sure that she is dead, and that she has nothing else to say. In the witch's house, the dead are sometimes quite talkative. But the witch has nothing else to say at this time.

If clothes are good, or even if they're bad in an interesting way, The Garment District is where they go when they die.