Quotes About Death

Epictetus, I think, said not to be concerned with death, because life is the presence of feeling and emotion and awareness, and death is the absence of all of that, which means you won't have any awareness. So why worry about it ?

Die Zwerge, die wir in den Höhlen des Donnerbergs gefunden haben, sahen anders aus. Ihre Gesichter waren grau wie Stein.« »Sie waren tot«, erinnerte Leandra mich. »Das könnte es erklären«, nickte ich.

The meeting introduced me- or, perhaps no introduction was necessary- to the awful collision between the silent, unfeeling dead and immensity of feeling they generate in the living. I left the room with relief, making a mental note to avoid the bereaved at all costs and stick to the safe world inhabited by the dead, with its facts, its measurements, its certainties. In their universe, there was a complete absence of emotion. Not to mention its ugly sister, pain.

Despair is a high point of atheism, it takes away God and Christ both at once. Judas, in betraying our Saviour, was an occasion of his death as man, but in despairing he did what lay in him to take away his life as God.

It should be the art of Christians to present death as a passage to a better life, to labour to bring our souls into such a condition, as to think death not to be a death to us, but the death of itself. Death dies when I die, and I begin to live when I die. It is a sweet passage to life. We never live till we die.

Live desired in the world, and die lamented.

This is where the evening splits in half, Henry, love or death. Grab an end, pull hard, and make a wish.

Because people die. The fear: that nothing survives. The greater fear: that something does.

What is a ghost? Something dead that seems to be alive. Something dead that doesn't know it's dead.

Someone is digging your grave right now.

From the landscape: a sense of scale. From the dead: a sense of scale.

Lie down on the bed, you're all I ever wanted and worth dying for too... but I think I'd rather keep the bullet.

I like dead things, says the landscape. They cannot hurt me.

I wanted to fall down right there but I knew you wouldn't catch me because you're dead.

What is a ghost? Something dead that seems to be alive. Something dead that doesn't know it's dead.

He was not dead yet, not exactly— parts of him were dead already, certainly other parts were still only waiting for something to happen, something grand

Imagine this: You're pulling the car over. Somebody's waiting. You're going to die in your best friend's arms.

You said Will you love me even more when I'm dead?

She's dead. So is your fat pansy. You can be dead, too, if you want.

At death there is only liberation. It is just more chic to see liberation when you are alive." Max Furlaud in a private conversation

Much had happened to Churchill in the interval between these two speeches. In January 1895 his father, Lord Randolph Churchill, died at the age of forty-five from a degenerative illness, possibly syphilis,

I dreamt the past was never past redeeming:But whether this was false or honest dreamingI beg death's pardon now. And mourn the dead.

It is always a matter, my darling, Of life or death, as I had forgotten. I wish What I wished you before, but harder.

Yes, death is far less dire to contemplate Than a forced marriage to an unloved mate