Quotes About Death

Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.

I loved God with all my child heart. He was truly to me "my Father who art in heaven." Well then, death whom He sent to every one, even to little babies, must be something good and not evil. Also, I thought, if the dead are unhappy, their faces would show it, and I had never seen a dead face without being struck by its strange quiet.

Rolul artei este s? completeze natura, iar rolul naturii este s? imite arta. Moartea e funcÈ›ia pe care a n?scocit-o natura pentru a imita fotografia. Iar oamenii au inventat fotografia pentru a capta acest formidabil stop-cadru pe care-l reprezint? momentul morÈ›ii. Stau È™i m? întreb ce sens putea avea moartea înainte de Nicephore Niepce.

Cardiovascular disease (CVD) remains the leading cause of death in the United States, responsible for 840,768 deaths (635,260 cardiac) in 2016.

If your time ain't come not even a doctor can kill you.

to remind myself that a person can die while they're still alive, simply by not choosing to live." It's taken me a long time to understand what she'd meant by that. Worry can be pernicious. Left unchecked, it slowly bleeds the soul of joy and replaces it with fear.

Earth, air, water, fire, In a circle we conspire, To make ourselves dumb so we might see, Across the veil to summon thee. As we are, so you once were. As you are, so we shall be. So may it be, So may it be, So may it be.

we die, just as we were born, at the edge of a road not of our choosing.

the pursuit of origins is a way of rescuing territory from death and oblivion, a reconquest that ought to be patient, devoted, relentless and faithful.

Et il m'apparut que ce geste qui consiste à cueillir une fleur et à l'ajouter au bouquet que l'on tient déjà dans sa main, et que l'on serre même contre son cÅ"ur, est le geste le plus beau et le plus cruel à la fois, parce qu'il rend hommage à la fleur en lui donnant la mort.

Bu halde hiçbir ÅŸeyim önemi kalmaz ve zaten ölümüm de yoldan olmaz.

Ölüm yaÅŸam?m?z?n iki ucundan tutmakta: YaÅŸl?l?k ölüme, çocukluktan daha yak?n deÄŸildir.

Êtes-vous prêts à considérer que la mort est votre seule ennemie ? Oui, la mort, la mort seule. Pas les puissances rivales, pas les autres peuples, pas les autres races. Pas nous. Uniquement la mort. Le seul ennemi qui mérite d'être combattu, pourchassé, vaincu.

When one remembers a scene from the past in which one is with a loved one who is now dead, it is not like a memory at all, but like a dream one is having before his death, a premonition. In this dream which preceded death, the person is tranquil and happy, and yet, without reason, you know he is to die. When we recall the dead, the past becomes a dream we are dreaming foretelling death, though in our waking moments we cannot properly interpret it or give it significance.

You want to know of Death? Well, I shall save my breath. When you know Life, why then, We'll talk of Death again. Confucius

If the charter of your liberties entails death and despair for untold multitudes, then it is nothing but a license for slaughter.

There is a story that while Sokrates was in prison, awaiting his death, he heard a man sing skillfully a song by the lyric poet Stesichoros, and begged him to teach it to him before it was too late, and when the musician asked why, Sokrates replied, 'I want to die knowing one thing more.

The hawk plays with the pigeon and the pigeon is happy, but not knowing that it is playing with death.

During the report of Fred's death on the Nightly News program on NBC, the network where Fred got his start in television, reporter Bob Faw said, "The real Mister Rogers never preached, [never] even mentioned God [on his show]." And then Faw added, "He never had to.

La morte sa dove viviamo noi tutti, baby. Tutto ciò che possiamo fare è tenerci per mano finché non viene a bussare. Se tu ci stai, io ci sto, okay?

SO WHEN was a person dead? Was it between heartbeats? Between breaths? Was it as soon as the morphine kicked in and they would never be conscious again?

If you thought it was my goddamned fault, couldn't you have called me and told me he was gone? it would have been fucking plus to come to his fucking funeral, you bloodless whore - you ever think of that?

have the Nazis killed?" she asked, voice dripping with venom. "My uncle's family, I assume," Nate told her, his blood running cold. He had

We were all pretty wrecked when my dad died last year. It was so unexpected—one doctor's appointment and suddenly he had cancer and a month to live.