Quotes About Death

Es la forma de nuestra muerte lo que debemos cuidar, y para cuidarla debemos cuidar nuestra vida, porque será ésta, sin ser nada en sí cuando cese y sea sustituida, lo único que sin embargo será capaz de hacernos saber al final si morimos como un imbécil o si morimos aceptablemente

Passara anos a duvidar se eu estava morto e a desejar que estivesse vivo, e o seu desejo vira-se recompensado. Agora, pelo contrário, segundo me parecia, não queria saber se eu permanecia na terra ou se saía disparado dela. Tinha sido em vida, aquando do meu regresso, que deixara de existir. Não se prescinde de um fantasma, pois nunca está cumprido; de um marido desnecessário, derrotado, ensimesmado e sombrio, sim.

los muertos abandonan la edad y así acaban por ser los más jóvenes, si los que vivimos acordándonos de ellos duramos mucho

horrible que la gente que uno conoce se muera, aunque la conozca poco, no se comprende que ya no exista quien ha existido.

Quizás la vida sea eso, un continuo desprenderse de los que uno quiere hasta enfrentarse a la muerte propia.

De la alcoba salía un olor a carne quemada tan intenso que casi le hizo vomitar. Al pie de la cama había un cadáver que aún humeaba. De la mano que intentara empuñar a Zemal quedaba tan solo quedaban tan solo los huesos de dos dedos ; el resto eran cenizas.

Pues tal es la virtud de los sueños: que apartan nuestra mirada del huesudo rostro de la muerte.

Desde la entrada norte hasta la sur había cadáveres Australes, Ainari y Ritiones, todos mezclados en una papilla de sangre y lodo, vísceras y excrementos.

Qué podían saber los demás dioses, que por miedo a la muerte habían renunciado a la vida hacía tanto tiempo?

Pero los jóvenes descubren demasiado tarde que las guerras las planean los viejos mientras son ellos, al fin, quienes mueren en los campos de batalla.

Quien muere vive para siempre [...]. Quien se aferra a esta vida, muere eternamente.

I wish to declare with all earnestness that I do not want any religious ceremonies performed for me after my death. I do not believe in such ceremonies, and to submit to them, even as a matter of form, would be hypocrisy and an attempt to delude ourselves and others.

For only they can sense life who stand often on the verge of it, only they whose lives are not governed by the fear of death.

Cf. also Acts 3:14, 15: "But you disowned the Holy and Righteous One,…and put to death the Prince of life." Boldness (Acts 4:31) and confidence Acts 4:13) now characterized his personality since he had "been with Jesus" and since he had received the Holy Spirit.

People's lives and deaths are written in polite notes that must be passed among the powerful like dance cards.

More and more, he relied on alcohol to numb himself from the pain of his relationship with Estelle, his anxiety about Meta, the difficulties of writing, and his inability to confront crises that inevitably came his way, such as the deaths of friends and family. Certainly the death of Dean continued to flood him with guilt over his part in encouraging his brother in his career as an aviator and, indeed, selling him the plane that had brought him down.

I want to hold my breath for as long as it takes. I want to stop breathing just long enough to know what it would be like to be totally sitll. Like being a cough away from death. Not really there- not really here.

Literature can teach us how to live before we live, and how to die before we die. I believe that writing is practice for death, and for every (other) transformation human beings encounter.

If death is this brilliant slide, this high, fine music felt as pure vibration, this plunging float in wind and silence, it's not so bad.

This horror and all these useless gestures, this grotesque adventure is ours. We must live it. Death is absurd also.

Mourir, ce n'est rien. Commence donc par vivre. C'est moins drôle et c'est plus long." ("To die is nothing. Begin by living. It's less funny and lasts longer.") [ Roméo et Jeannette ]

Dying is nothing. You have to know how to disappear. Dying comes down to a biological chance and that is of no consequence. Disappearing is of a far higher order of necessity. You must not leave it to biology to decide when you will disappear. To disappear is to pass into an enigmatic state which is neither life nor death. Some animals know how to do this, as do savages, who withdraw while still alive, from the sight of their own people.

Deep down, no one really believes they have a right to live. But this death sentence generally stays tucked away, hidden beneath the difficulty of living. If that difficulty is removed from time to time, death is suddenly there, unintelligibly.

Philosophy leads to death, sociology leads to suicide.