Quotes About Death

I don't want to achieve immortality through my work. . . . I want to achieve it through not dying.

Well, freedom is wonderful. On the other hand, if you're dead, it's a tremendous drawback to your sex life.

It is impossible to experience one's death objectively and still carry a tune.

I will not eat oysters. I want my food dead — not sick, not wounded — dead.

Dying is one of the few things that can be done as easily lying down.

I don't want to achieve immortality through my work; I want to achieve immortality through not dying. I don't want to live on in the hearts of my countrymen; I want to live on in my apartment.

A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A DOE Unbearably lovely music is heard as the curtain rises, and we see the woods on a summer afternoon. A fawn dances on and nibbles slowly at some leaves. He drifts lazily through the soft foliage. Soon he starts coughing and drops dead.

As a race, we have allowed ourselves to become accustomed to the idea that the proper way to die is in bed, at a ripe age. It is a delusion. The normal end for all creatures comes suddenly.

One night Death left his card. I was not familiar with the name he chose: but the black edge was deep. I flung it back. A thousand awakenings of violence.

The purest thought is totally ignorant of death. Death means the perpetual extinction of impertinent sparks. But it is the key of life.

Death is the thing that differentiates art and life. Art is identical with the idea of permanence. It is a continuity and not an individual spasm. Life is the idea of the person.

Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.

Bir yatakta do?ar, bir yatakta ölürüz. ?nsan soyunun ilginç dramlar?, gülünç komedileri ve korkunç trajedileri oynad??? gerçek sahnedir buras?. Çiçeklerle süslü bir be?iktir; A?k Tanr?ças?'n?n taht?d?r; mezard?r.

Een bed ziet ons geboren worden en ziet ons doodgaan; het is een wisselend toneel waar het mensdom beurtelings boeiende drama's, lachwekkende kluchten en afschuwelijke treurspelen opvoer. - Het is een met bloemen versierde wieg; - het is de troon der liefde; - het is een graf.

La muerte toma siempre la forma de la alcoba que nos contiene.

Si la sustancia durable del hombre no es otra sino el miedo; y si la vida es un inaplazable mortal miedo a la muerte, puesto que ya no puede sentir miedo, puesto que ya no puede morir, sólo un muerto, profunda y valerosamente, puede disponerse a vivir.

Royalty is the most wretched condition imaginable; for there is no possibility of setting one's self free from it, since how can any sovereign command sufficient resources to make restitution of property to those from whom he has taken it, or how can he make atonement in bonds to those whom he has cast into prison, or how can he offer a sufficient number of lives to die for those whom he has put to death?

Excess of grief for the deceased is madness; for it is an injury to the living, and the dead know it not.

Heavenly Bastard in the Sky, these cockroaches were sadomasochists, looking for the most painful way to die. Once I swallowed one absent-mindedly drinking my tea. Traumatised, I rang the local chemist. The voice on the line was gently reassuring: cockroaches were not poisonous, ingesting one would cause me no harm. Though, the chemist added, in terms of protein they were not as nutritious as snails.

Quarreling over food and drink, having neither scruples nor shame, not knowing right from wrong, not trying to avoid death or injury, not fearful of greater strength or of greater numbers, greedily aware only of food and drink - such is the bravery of the dog and boar.

You have to stop worrying about things like that. The disappearances are beyond our control. They have nothing to do with us. We're all going to die anyway, someday, so what's the difference? We simply have to leave things to fate.

Excuse me,- I said, but my voice seemed to disappear into the dark. It was my body. In this gloomy, cramped box, I had eaten poison plants and died, hidden away from prying eyes. Crouching down at the door, I wept. For my dead self.

Döden försvann efter hand tillsammans med tiden allt längre bort i fjärran, och minnet var det enda som blev kvar, minnet som är det allra mest värdefulla vi har.

Little by little I was starting to like Hiruko, which surprised me. "And are you a Buddhist?" I asked her. "No, I'm not a Buddhist. I'm a linguist." "Is that a religion?" "Not really, but languages can make people happy, and show them what's beyond death.