Quotes About Death

Earth recedes, Heaven opens before me. If this is death, it is sweet! There is no valley here. God is calling me, and I must go.

Sleep is death's younger brother, and so like him, that I never dare trust him without my prayers.

The greatest tragedy in life is not death, but a life without a purpose.

I don't have any relationship with God and I've never wanted it. I don't believe in fate or in any superior entity; if a plane crashes and people die, it's not because Heaven said so.

Death ends a life, but it does not end a relationship, which struggles on in the survivor's mind toward some resolution which it may never find.

And one battle looks much like another when you survey the corpses after.

La ciencia declaró ilegítimo e insubsistente todo el saber que la tradición nos había legado sobre nuestro cuerpo, la confinó al territorio de la superstición, y se erigió en la única propietaria de un saber válido sobre la salid y la enfermedad, sobre la vida y la muerte.

Roma, a mis ojos, estaba demasiado viva y demasiado muerta. Es bello ver una ciudad viva y poderosa, pero también es bello ver el cadáver de una ciudad sublime.

Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still.

This is the comfort of the godly: the grave cannot hold them, and they live as soon as they die. For death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity.

One death is the parent of a thousand lives

We have every indication that he died of fright.

Os próprios exorcistas, às vezes, se tornavam vítimas de possessão, como acontecera em 1634, no convento ursulino de freiras em Loudun, na França. Dos quatro exorcistas jesuítas que tinham sido mandados para lidar com uma epidemia de possessão, três deles — os padres Lucas, Lactance e Tranquille —, além de serem possuídos, morreram logo depois, vítimas de um aparente ataque cardíaco causado por hiperatividade psicomotora ininterrupta:

And dreamed about death in the staggering particular, death as if death were still never yet heard of while something was ringing, she gasping, dissolving, slipping off into void while thinking over and over, I am not going to be, I will die, I won't be, and forever and ever, oh, Papa, don't let them, oh, don't let them do it, don't let me be nothing forever and melting, unraveling, ringing, the ringing—

Isn't human mind a funny thing? A bullet is a bullet, dead is dead. The reduction in probability of your demise is precisely the same in both cases. Why isn't your price the same?

To put it coldly, my friends, all the ones who should have died years ago, would have died years ago without beta-blockers, stents, angioplasties, pacemakers, exotic medications, well, now they're dying all at once." John

Taceant Colloquia. Effugiat Risus. Hic Locus Est Ubi Mors Gaudet Succurrere Vitae. [Let idle talk be silenced. Let laughter be banished. Here is the place where Death delights to succour Life.]

Dreadful as all these processes may seem, they are only the resolution of certain carbon-based compounds into certain other carbon-based compounds. Carbon is the element of life and death. We share it with diamonds and dandelions, with kerosene an kelp. While we may wrinkle our noses at some of its manifestations, we ought also to remember that this element comes to us from the stars, which wheel over us forever in silent, glittering array, pure fires obeying celestial laws.

One Soviet general, looking at a map of the territory Russia had acquired on the Karelian Isthmus, is said to have remarked: "We have won just about enough ground to bury our dead

Death brings the anonymity of a post office box, allowing me to slip through the coming centuries silent and unobserved.

where life is more terrible than death, it is then the truest valor to dare to live.

Nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death.

Everybody has got to die, but I have always believed an exception would be made in my case.

Had I but died an hour before this chance I had lived a blessed time; for, from this instant,There's nothing serious in mortality, All is but toys; renown and grace is dead, The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.