Quotes About Death

The shortness of life, I keep saying, makes everything seem pointless when I think about the longness of death.

I hated him for not being depressed. He seemed a fool-- everyone who didn't feel like me was a fool. I alone knew the truth about life, knew that it was all a miserable downward spiral that you could either admit to or ignore, but sooner or later we were all going to die.

And then, if I die anytime soon, at least they'll be able to say that I led a productive life and did all my work on time. I may be dead, but I'll be up to date in Space, Time, and Motion.

No one who had never been depressed like me could imagine that the pain would get so bad that death became a star to hitch up to, a fantasy of peace someday which seemed better than any life with all this noise in my head.

Today I have gathered together my nearest and dearest, my sixteen nieces and nephews (Sit down, Grace Windsor Wexler!) to view the body of your Uncle Sam for the last time. Tomorrow its ashes will be scattered to the four winds. I, Samuel W. Westing, hereby swear that I did not die of natural causes. My life was taken from me–by one of you!

It is a time for quietness and prayer. Death is present with us every day of our lives, it behooves us to take note of its nearness, not as a threat, but as our common experience on the way to grace. There is no more to be said. It is better to accept the will of God, and be silent.

She looked from his face into the face of the dead man. She knew he was dead. She also knew that the dead speak, often in thunder.

Murder is murder,as much a curse to the slayer as to the slain, and cannot be a matter of indifference, whoever the dead may be.

The old man's dying was painless and feather-light, all the substance of his once sharp and vigorous mind gone on before; but it was slow. The fading candle flame did not flicker, only dimmed in perfect stillness second by second, so mysteriously that they missed the moment when the last spark withdrew, and only knew he was gone when they began to realise that the prints of age were smoothing themselves out gently from his face.

for every untimely death, every man cut down in his vigour and strength without time for repentance and reparation, is one corpse too many.

The disease of mortality is in us from the womb, from the day of our birth we are on the way to our death.

The disease of mortality is in us from the womb, from the day of our birth we are on the way to our death. What matters is how we conduct the journey.

There is nothing so good as a burial at sea. It is simple, tidy, and not very incriminating.

Si longue que soit la vie, elle n'est qu'un long retard de la mort

The sight . . . is enough to make a landsman dream for a week about death, peril and shipwreck.

and placed his revolver close to its head. Death was instantaneous.

Give us long rest or death, dark death or dreamful ease.

Dear as remember'd kisses after death,And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'dOn lips that are for others; deep as love,Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;O Death in Life, the days that are no more.

She said, "I am aweary, aweary,I would that I were dead!"

Half a league, half a league,Half a league onward,All in the valley of deathRode the six hundred.

Bury the Great DukeWith an empire's lamentation.

Only in souls the Christ is brought to birth, And there He lives and dies.

In my solitude I have pondered much on the incomprehensible subjects of space, eternity, life and death.

No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death.