Quotes About Death

The mind of the dreaming man is fully satisfied with whatever happens to it. The agonizing question of possibility does not arise. Kill; plunder more quickly, love as much as you wish. And if you die, are you not sure of being roused from the dead? Let yourself be led. Events will not tolerate deferment. You have no name. Everything is inestimably easy.

Ich glaube an die künftige Auflösung dieser scheinbar so gegensätzlichen Zustände von Traum und Wirklichkeit in einer Art absoluter Realität, wenn man so sagen kann: Surrealität. Nach ihrer Eroberung strebe ich, sicher, sie nicht zu erreichen, zu unbekümmert jedoch um meinen Tod, um nicht zumindest die Freuden eines solchen Besitzes abzuwägen.

Fish die belly upward, and rise to the surface. It's their way of falling.

Fish die belly upward, and rise to the surface. Its their way of falling.

Yo luzco y difumino tus aires, para que pasen a ser esencia trágica de los que ya me conocen, de los que me ven y ya no me olvidan. Para los muertos

The mind of the man who dreams is fully satisfied by what happens to him. The agonizing question of possibility is no longer pertinent. Kill, fly faster, love to your heart's content. And if you should die, are you not certain of re-awaking among the dead? Let yourself be carried along, events will not tolerate your interference. You are nameless. The ease of everything is priceless.

We all love conflagrations. When the sky changes color, it is a dead man's passing.

figure, still very still, with a pool of blood about the head. Vye

moartea a milioane de solda?i f?cea din fiecare b?rbat o marf? rar? pentru femeile singure.

Childbearing is glorified in part because women die from it.

Death is not a merciful conclusion but a border crossing into a new land that could be more beautiful and majestic than the tallest mansion. Faith, courage, and hope are the characteristics that create happiness. They will stand as remembered monuments for all those left around the bed, and they are the qualities I will strive to obtain. —From the journal of Cale Shaffer, dated September 7, 1992, written when he was eighteen years old

In the United States, a park ranger is more likely to be assaulted in the line of duty than is any other federal officer, including those who work for the U.S. Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms (ATF); the Secret Service; and the Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA). A park ranger is twelve times more likely to die on the job than is a special agent for the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI).

Tea. Why are the Brits so obsessed with tea? Anything happens... "Put the kettle on." A death in the family. "Put the kettle on." Tornado. "Put the kettle on." Nuclear war. "Put the kettle on.

In the ghettos, as in the extermination camps to which they were the antechamber, the résistants embarked on a race against death. To struggle and resist was the only lucid choice, but this most often meant for the fighters no more than choosing the time and manner of their death. Beyond the immediate outcome of the struggle, which most often was inevitable, their combat was for history, for memory

Of babies born alive and in hospitals during that month of July 1945, 92 percent would die within then days.

Death is not enough for such men. We must add mechanics

When writers come here they walk about smelling everything because New Orleans is, above all, a town where the heady scent of jasmine or sweet olive mingles with the cloying stink of sugar refineries and the musky mud smell of the Mississippi. It's an intoxicating brew of rotting and generating, a feeling of death and life simultaneously occurring and inextricably linked.

I know only one thing. when i sleep, i know no fear, no, trouble no bliss. blessing on him who invented sleep. the common coin that purchases all things, the balance that levels shepherd and king, fool and wise man. there is only one bad thing about sound sleep. they say it closely resembles death.

Soy rubia. Rubísima. Soy tan rubia que me dicen: "Mona, no es sino que aletee ese pelo sobre mi cara y verá que me libra de esta sombra que me acosa". No era sombra sino muerte lo que le cruzaba la cara y me dio miedo perder mi brillo.

The man who dies thus rich dies disgraced.

The man who dies rich, dies disgraced.

Alexander (at the trial of Philotas): How much happier to have fallen in the fighting, felled by a foe, rather than die by a countryman's blow! Now, preserved from the only perils that I feared, I am beset by threats that should never have appeared.

A Shakespearean tragedy as so far considered may be called a story of exceptional calamity leading to the death of a man in high estate. But it is clearly much more than this, and we have now to regard it from another side.

My father was against the death penalty, and that was hard in the Son of Sam summer when fear was driving the desire for the death penalty.