Quotes About Death

Ogen's drool pinged my cheek. This would be my last sight? Almost a relief when my lids slid shut and scenes flashed through my mind. I beheld Jack's face as he'd gazed down at me in that suspended moment of time. So perfectly, I saw him. Heard him. I am home, Evangeline. Finally found the place I'm supposed to be. With my death, would Matthew tell him to stop hunting, to stop searching?

warriors—be they human, demoness, siren, changeling or any brave creature from the Lore—knew to pray for it as they died. Thus the Valkyrie were born.

I turned to Death. "Then where is El Diablo? If he sits upon Lucifer's knee, shouldn't he be at Death's right hand?" "He lives in the guardhouse," Lark muttered. "Not allowed in the manor." I gave Death a sympathetic look. "Housebreaking ogres is such a bitch, am I right?

Studying my face, Death narrowed his gaze. "Have you a plan, creature?" "Can't read my thoughts anymore?" "Perhaps not. But I can tell you are malingering." "Malingering? I don't speak S.A.T.

I glimpsed Death's face for the first time. Surprise rocked me. Death was the most beautiful boy I had ever imagined. Looking to be no more than twenty years old, he was tall and broad-shouldered with a breathtaking face. I imagined some might describe his features as noble. His eyes glittered like…stars.

For the best . . . —You're not ready, Empress. The machines won't end without Death.— Yet another decoder-ring statement. My head started hurting as I tried to make sense of his words. I'm almost afraid to ask. —You sail on weeks of lull, then the storm. The game begins in earnest. You must be ready to strike. . . .—

Over-attachment for one's close relatives is simply born of ignorance. Every creature in the world is born alone and dies alone. He experiences the results of his own good and evil deeds and in the end leaves the present body to accept another. The belief that one person is the relation of another is nothing more than illusion.

Living beings who are entangled in the complicated meshes of birth and death can be freed immediately by even unconsciously chanting his holy name, which drives away the fear of death.

People react primarily to direct experience and not to abstractions; it is very rare to find anyone who can become emotionally involved with an abstraction. The longer the bomb is around without anything happening, the better the job that people do in psychologically denying its existence. It has become as abstract as the fact that we are all going to die someday, which we usually do an excellent job of denying.

When a spy is captured, he takes a suicide pill, believing it's better to die than be tortured. By that reasoning shouldn't those same pills be issued to anyone foolish enough to fall in love? —The Lighter Side of Death

My flight was announced by Donald Duck noises from a loudspeaker; I arose and shuffled off towards the statistical improbability of dying in an airplane crash. Personally, the thought of such a death appalls me little – what civilized man would not rather die like Icarus than be mangled to death on a Motorway by a Ford Popular?

We know that death is the only end of art. A chap who has gone to all the trouble of strangling his wife is entitled to his moment of splendour on the gallows – it is a crime to make him sew mailbags like a common thief.

It's not that I don't understand why a person has to die, but rather, I don't understand why a person has to live, Baron Béla Wenckheim pondered

J'ai médité la mort. Je me suis imaginé n'existant pas, gardant le regret de n'exister pas, emportant dans mon cercueil le souvenir de la vie, comme une bague reste au doigt d'un cadavre.

but there is no doubt they intend to kill us as dead as possible in a short time. - said the Wizard As dead as poss'ble would be pretty dead, wouldn't it? asked Dorothy. from Dorothy and the Wizard of Oz

There is no doubt they intend to kill us as dead as possible in a short time. said the Wizard As dead as poss'ble would be pretty dead, wouldn't it? asked Dorothy.

Their feathers make soft beds,' asserted Pessim. 'And my skin would make excellent drumheads,' retorted the Ork. 'Nevertheless, a plucked bird or a skinned Ork would be of no value to himself, so we needn't brag of our usefulness after we are dead. But for the sake of argument, friend Pessim, I'd like to know what good YOU would be, were you not alive?

I think it's something like Mr. Peter Sloane and the octogenarians. The other evening Mrs. Sloane was reading a newspaper ans she said to Mr. Sloane 'I see here that another octogenarian has just died. What is an Octogenarian, Peter?' And Mr. Sloane said he didn't know, but they must be very sickly creatures, for you never heard tell of them but they were dying.

How was it that someone who loved life could be unafraid to die?

In an abusive relationship - we'll talk about men and women - women are often restrained, by words or out of fear, from leaving. They will tolerate abuse up to and including being put to death.

It's a sad fact that some people are only remembered once they're dead.

Why should I fear death? If I am, death is not. If death is, I am not. Why should I fear that which can only exist when I do not?

If a Muslim becomes a non-Muslim and propagates his/her new religion, then it is as good as treason. There is a Death Penalty in Islam for such a person.

Muhammad established a religion by putting his enemies to death; Jesus Christ by commanding his followers to lay down their lives.