Quotes About Death

To be lonely is to feel unwanted and unloved, and therefor unloveable. Loneliness is a taste of death. No wonder some people who are desperately lonely lose themselves in mental illness or violence to forget the inner pain.

Look at your own poverty welcome it cherish it don't be afraid share your death because thus you will share your love and your life

When people say that they can only obey an authority in which they have total confidence, they are looking for an ideal father. . . . If the condition of obedience is emotional trust, the way is open to anarchy and the possible death of the community.

Community is the place where are revealed all the darkness and anger, jealousies and rivalry hidden in our hearts. Community is a place of pain, because it is a place of loss, a place of conflict, and a place of death. But it is also a place of resurrection.

I was overwhelmed by the smells. Slow, heavy odours, tenaciously biting, forming a strange mixture of excessive life and death, of birth and decay.

Au moment où le sujet meurt, Satan propose son marché. La vie sauve contre une totale soumission. La promesse de faire le mal. On appelle cette « transaction » le Serment des Limbes. »

Il y a toujours chez les hommes de guerre quelque chose de direct qu'ils tiennent peut-être de leur habitude de donner la mort. Il faut, pour frapper quelqu'un, même au combat, se libérer d'un poids de civilisation qui enferme la plupart d'entre nous dans la fausseté et une douceur forcée.

In the past it was known as a 'massive stroke' and you simply died. But improved resuscitation techniques have now prolonged and refined the agony. You survive, but you survive with what is so aptly known as 'locked-in syndrome'.

I want someone who is fierce and will love me until death and knows that love is as strong as death, and be on my side forever and ever. I want someone who will destroy and be destroyed by me.

He was too tough to experience disappointments and resentments — negative affections. In this nihilist fin de siècle, he was affirmation. Right through to illness and death. Why did I speak of him in the past? He laughed, he is laughing, he is here. It's your sadness, idiot, he'd say.

She wonders if he feels anything now, or if he's shut it all down, if Marta's death was too much for him, so he found a loophole, a way to opt out of humanity. She is stronger than he is; she feels every molecule of her loss and she endures it. She is not diluted, but amplified. Her love for Luca is bigger, louder. Lydia is vivid with life.

And finally, there's the ubiquity of ordinary human violence: You can die by beating or stabbing or shooting. Robbery is a foregone conclusion. Mass abductions for ransom are commonplace. Often, kidnappers torture their victims to help persuade their families to pay. On

Film is like a battleground: There's love, hate, action, violence, death. In one word, emotions.

Objects exist and if one pays more attention to them than to people, it is precisely because they exist more than the people. Dead objects are still alive. Living people are often already dead.

What is your greatest ambition in life?' 'To become immortal... and then die.

To be immortal and then die.

Nu se murea sub bombele englezilor È™i ale americanilor. Dar se murea încetul cu încetul, din nemâncare, din lips? de aer, din lips? de libertate, se murea pentru c? oamenii nu mai visau. Marea era doar o dung? albastr? în zare, printre palmieri, pe deasupra acoperiÈ™urilor roÈ™ii.

une modeste bombe atomique fait cent mille morts, sans compter tous ceux qui mourront des maladies induites par la radioactivité, des années, voire des décennies plus tard.

I had learned a fundamental truth about killing: The victim's anguish is brief and fleeting, but the murderer's endures forever.

History does seem to be just one long succession of murders, doesn't it?

ONE OF LIFE'S great blessings is that death and tragedy are never allowed to take full possession. Life goes on. People say it bitterly, as if one ought to be occupied solely with the current disaster. In fact we couldn't cope if, in the midst of crisis, people didn't eat and drink and relax a bit and comfort one another.

Death can do that, make reality as hard to hold on to as water dripping through your fingers.

Knowing how to die is knowing how to live. What is death anyway? It's the outcome of life.

Death is an absolute mystery. We are all vulnerable to it, it's what makes life interesting and suspenseful.