Quotes About Death

Nothing smelled worse than the death of another human being. Not horses or cattle or rotten whales washed onto a beach. Human death was the smell of what hid in the future, waiting for you.

Breathing hurt. He thought he might be bleeding to death, but he didn't have time to die. Pike

It is only the promise of death that makes life worth living.

I may return If dissatisfied With what I learn From having died.

Friends make pretense of following to the grave, But before one is in it, their minds are turned And making the best of their way back to life And living people, and things they understand.

No, from the time when one is sick to death, One is alone, and he dies more alone. Friends make pretense of following to the grave, But before one is in it, their minds are turned And making the best of their way back to life And living people, and things they understand.

V??ím, že fantazie je silnÄ›jÅ¡í než vÄ›dÄ›ní. Že mýty mají vÄ›tÅ¡í moc než historie. Že sny jsou mocnÄ›jÅ¡í než skute?nost. Že nadÄ›je vždy zvítÄ›zí nad zkuÅ¡eností. Že smích je jediným lékem na zármutek. A v??ím, že láska je silnÄ›jÅ¡í než smrt.

Life has more meaning in the face of Death.

As a warrior in life, you must turn this dynamic around: make the thought of death something not to escape but to embrace. Your days are numbered. Will you pass them half awake and halfhearted or will you live with a sense of urgency?

That's all war is - a consuming fever: a period of delirium and insanity, of misery, disappointment, discomfort, anxiety, despair, waste, weariness, boredom, brutality, death; and yet to every man in every war there comes a day worth living for: a day when a lifetime of excitement is packed into a few short hours.

with the Piedmont PD. He didn't talk about the war much, but he'd been in some shit, Hanson could tell. "Hanson, you got some kind of death wish. You're

There was only one way this was going to end, and that was with one of us dead.

Good grief, he'd fallen into his death sleep with a hard-on. Was it possible for a stiff to be that stiff?

People say they want to die in their own home. But me, I was ready for the hospital. The sterilized sheets, the machines, the whole bit. It just seemed easier there. Easier to cast myself off, I mean.

From the perspective of the dead, life was a dangerous thing: a world of bullets, with everyone dodging everyone else, and no one to blame but God or the cosmos, contingency or fate, whoever had fired the gun.

While death isn't a sure thing anymore, taxes still are.

It was a rare thing for someone in his position to see what death was, not in the instant but in the aftermath, where all its energies were absorbed.

and every day I thank [God] that I am alive, not because I fear death, but because my wife has a husband and my son is not an orphan.

When you kill a man, You steal a life. You steal his wife's right to a husband, Rob his children of a father.

shoes: that putting them on a bed invited death into the family, that a quarrel would follow if one put on the left shoe first.

Once, when I was little, I asked her if she'd cried when my father had fallen to his death. At the funeral? I mean, the burial? No, I did not. Because you weren't sad? Because it was nobody's business if I was.

Laila lay there and listened, wishing Mammy would notice that she, Laila, hadn't become shaheed, that she was alive, here, in bed with her, that she had hopes and a future. But Laila knew that her future was no match for her brothers' past. They had overshadowed her in life. They would obliterate her in death. Mammy was now the curator of their lives' museum and she, Laila, a mere visitor. A receptacle for their myths. The parchment on which Mammy meant to ink their legends.

In her view, people, even if they had behaved deplorably in life, deserved a modicum of dignity in death. Especially family. - Marko's mother

marveling at how every Afghan story is marked by death and loss and unimaginable grief.