Quotes About Death

Most of us spend our lives avoiding the thought of death. Instead, the inevitability of death should be continually on our minds. Understanding the shortness of life fills us with a sense of purpose and urgency to realize our goals. Training ourselves to confront and accept this reality makes it easier to manage the inevitable setbacks, separations, and crises in life. [...] By becoming deeply aware of our mortality, we intensify our experience of every aspect of life.

Da Vinci había seguido fielmente su guía hasta el final y, habiendo completado su curso, era hora de morir. Quizá en ese momento regresaron a él estas palabras, escritas años atrás en su libreta: "Así como un día rebosante trae consigo dulces sueños, una vida bien empleada procura una muerte dulce".

Así como un día rebosante trae consigo dulces sueños, una vida bien empleada procura una muerte dulce".

In the end, think of this philosophy in the following terms: Since the beginning of human consciousness, our awareness of death has terrified us. This terror has shaped our beliefs, our religions, our institutions, and so much of our behavior in ways we cannot see or understand. We humans have become the slaves to our fears and our evasions.

Let us rid death of its strangeness, come to know it, get used to it. Let us have nothing on our minds as often as death. At every moment let us picture it in our imagination in all its aspects. . . . It is uncertain where death awaits us; let us await it everywhere. Premeditation of death is premeditation of freedom. . . . He who has learned how to die has unlearned how to be a slave. Knowing how to die frees us from all subjection and constraint.

people were losing their humanity and capable of all kinds of cruelties. They did not seem to care very deeply about one another and felt rather superior to any kind of outsider. If they could only see what she had seen—how our time is so short, how everyone must suffer and die—it would alter their way of life; it would make them grow up; it would melt all their coldness.

Brave words. Easy to write when one was young and death was still skulking over a distant hill somewhere... - Pg. 82

She had the resigned indifference of extreme old age. Buildings and empires rose and fell. It snowed. It stopped snowing. People came and went. One day death would come for her, and she would not find that surprising either, and she would not care -

I doubt they'd kill me. And if they did—well, what does it matter? I'm old, and there could be no better death than in defence of freedom.

Francis George: I expect to die in my bed, my successor will die in prison, and his successor will die a martyr in the public square.

Death solves all problems – no man, no problem.' J. V. Stalin, 1918

The supreme irony of life is that hardly anyone gets out of it alive.

Stupidity cannot be cured. Stupidity is the only universal capital crime; the sentence is death. There is no appeal, and execution is carried out automatically and without pity.

They may come to feel that only the world's death can enable them to overcome their own inner deadness.

You didn't listen to me, Lan whispered. One last lesson. The hardest. Demandred struck, and Lan saw his opening. Lan lunged forward placing Demandred's sword point against his own side and ramming himself forward onto it. I did not come here to win, Lan whispered, smiling. I came here to kill you. Death is lighter than a feather. Demandred's eyes opened wide, and he tried to pull back. Too late. Lan's sword took him straight though the throat.

The rose petal floats on water. The kingfisher flashes above the pond. Life and beauty swirl in the midst of death.

Storms rumble beyond the horizon, and the fires of heaven purge the earth. There is no salvation without destruction, no hope this side of death.

Death is light as a feather; duty, heavy as a mountain

We are alike in many ways, you and I. There is darkness in us. Darkness, pain, death. They radiate from us. If ever you love a woman, Rand, leave her and let her find another. It will be the best gift you can give her.

For the young, death is an enemy they wish to try their strength against. For those of us a little older, she is an old friend, an old lover, but one we are not eager to meet again soon.

Death is lighter than a feather, duty heavier than a mountain. So many duties. Egwene.

The seals that hold back night shall weaken, and in the heart of winter shall winter's heart be born amid the wailing of lamentations and the gnashing of teeth, for winter's heart shall ride a black horse, and the name of it is Death. -from The Karaethon Cycle: The Prophecies of the Dragon

Out of the night Hopper came, and Perrin was one with the wolf. Hopper, the cub who had watched the eagles soar, and wanted so badly to fly through the sky as the eagles did. The cub who hopped and jumped and leaped until he could leap higher than any other wolf, who never lost the cub's yearning to soar through the sky. [...] Something crashed into his head, and as he fell, he did not know if it was Hopper or himself who died.

The corpse's hand reached up and grabbed Shaisam by the throat. He gasped, thrashing, as the corpse opened its eye. There's an odd thing about disease I once heard, Fain, Matrim Cauthon whispered. Once you catch a disease and survive, you can't get it again.