Quotes About Death

Because I could not stop for death He kindly stopped for me

Poiché non potevo fermarmi per la Morte, lei gentilmente si fermò per me. La carrozza non portava che noi due, e l'immortalità.

Morii per la bellezza ma ero appena abituata alla tomba che uno che morì per la verità fu deposto in una stanza attigua Mi chiese piano "Perché sei mancata?" "Per la bellezza" risposi "E io per la verità sono una cosa sola noi siamo fratelli" disse Così, come congiunti che si incontrino di notte parlammo fra le stanze finché il muschio raggiunse le nostre labbra e coprì i nostri nomi.

Cremation was definitely the way to go. It was the way I wanted to go, rather than risk the possibility of going out on a bad-hair day.

People have no idea of the things that don't happen to them—the lives they're not living, the deaths stalking them—and thank Christ for that. Hard enough to get through each day without glimpsing all the hovering possibilities, like insects thickening the air.

It was the word 'late' that did it. Such a stupid word to use of the dead, implying that they would be with us today if they hadn't happened to be delayed in traffic somewhere...

It came to Mary now that her mother had been right, after all; Mary had been born for this. In sixteen years she'd shot along the shortest route she could find between life and death, as the crow flew.

Nie mo?esz pozwoli? by fakt, ?e kto? chce twojej ?mierci, uniemo?liwi? ci wypicie twojej herbaty.

Really, thought Lib, who ever died exultingly? Whatever fool penned that phrase had never sat by a bed with his ears pricked for the last rasp.) Aged

How odd; wedded for life, because one of us had died.

But to sever all your connections, professional as well as personal... Lib fumbled for words. Wouldn't it be like a little death? Byrne nodded. I believe emigration generally is that. The price of a new life.

They used to draw a skull at the bottom of a tankard, so when you'd drained it you'd be reminded you were going to die someday.

The influenza pandemic of 1918 killed more people than the First World War—an estimated 3 to 6 per cent of the human race.

You can't be a little bit dead. If you're not in the ground yet, you're one hundred per cent alive.

The trouble with death is that there is no next. There is only what was and for that I am profoundly and heartbrokenly grateful.

Our knowledge of life is limited to death

Nobody's death is impending. ...Well technically everyone's death is impending.

There is no such thing as a happy ending. Every culture has a maxim that makes this point, while nowhere in the Universe is there a single gravestone that reads 'He Loved Everything About His Life, Especially the Dying Bit at the End'.

to be injured on this tundra would lead to a quick and painful death—or at the very least abject humiliation before the popping flashes of the tourist season's tail end, which was slightly less painful than a painful death, but lasted longer.

Why can't I solve this problem by killing someone? she though petulantly, then comforted herself with the mantra that had kept her going in prison: Soon all the humans will be dead, she said, droning in the time-honored fashion of gurus everywhere. And then Opal will be loved. And even if I'm not loved, she thought, at least all the humans will be dead.

It would take less than a second for you to die. But that's quite long enough to be in mortal agony, don't you think?

I always thought my intellect would keep me alive, but now I shall be killed by my own baby brother with a rock. The ultimate sibling rivalry.

When you decide to die, Artemis thought sluggishly, it doesn't matter how many people want to kill you.

Today he became a killer, or else a corpse.