Quotes About Death

We all know our dates of birth but . . . every year there is another date that we pass over without knowing what it is but it is just as important it is the other date the death date.

Time is just 'one damn thing after another ', Margaret Atwood says. That sounds like conventional narrative plot. And at the end of our allotted time, we'll end up in one of those, a conventional plot I mean, unless we stipulate otherwise in our wills.

It is perhaps rather fine, after all, being dead. Highly underrated in the modern western world.

Whatever age you are, he says. You still die young.

She was living in a time when historically it was permissible to smile like that above the face of someone who had died a violent death.

And then what happened next, well, it happened next, and history, that other word for irony, went its own foul witty way, sang its own foul witty ditty, and the girl was the one who died young in this story.

Végül is elég kellemes halottnak lenni. Nagyon alulértékelik a modern nyugati világban.

Looking in the mirror suddenly she thinks that we all know our dates of birth but that every year there is another date that we pass over without knowing what it is but it is just as important it is the other date the death date.

It takes a death sometimes to make us all live a bit more, Iris says.

Kärleken var död. Döden var död. En hel massa saker var döda. Vissa, däremot, var det inte, eller i alla fall inte än.

Regrets when you're dead? A past when you're dead? Is there never any escaping the junkshop of the self?

Thank you for having me, death. Please excuse me, must get back to it, life.

Now that he's up on his feet he is hungry. Can you be hungry and dead? Course you can, all those hungry ghosts eating people's hearts and minds.

Look at that. He can sew. Not something he could do while he was alive. Death. Full of surprises.

He wraps it around him. It's a good fit, it smells leafy and fresh. He would make a good tailor. He has made something, made something of himself. His mother would be pleased at last. Oh God. Is there still mother after death?

He turns to go—and that's when he gets kicked in the head by the half of the pantomime horse it's slipped his mind to shoot. He falls to the ground, dead himself on top of the pantomime fallen. It's a surrealist vision of hell. What's surrealist, Mr. Gluck? This is.

Death alone gives meaning to life, and you will never fully live until you know you must die. And make your peace with that knowledge.

If death be the last thing I do, why, I pray the gods and heroes of my people that I try to do it as well as I have done more pleasant things.

I don't want to feel you die, but if that's the way that God has planned you Well, I'll put pennies on your eyes. And it will go away, see? You've only lived a minute of your life. I must be dreaming... Is someone calling me? No... I think I hear a voice, They're outside the door!

I have seen much to hate here--much to forgive, But in a world where England is finished and dead, I do not wish to live.

Knowing that our happiness Might never come again; I, not forgetting, "Till death us do part," Was outrageously happy With death in my heart. Lovers in peacetime With fifty years to live, Have time to tease and quarrel And question what to give; But lovers in wartime Better understand The fullness of living, With death close at hand.

How old, how commonplace To look upon the face Of your first-born, and glory in your lot. To look upon his face And understand your place Among the unknown dead in churchyards lying, To see the reason why You lived and why you die-- Even to find a certain grace in dying.

Hiram dropped dead. Too bad, but at least he hadn't expired, or passed, or left this world, or gone to his maker, or even had a heart attack. He deserved a straightforward death.

The fact is, I have been dead so long and it has been simply such a grim shoving of the hours behind me…since the hideous summer of '78, when I went down to the deep sea, its dark waters closed over me and I knew neither hope nor peace.