Quotes About Death

Roscoe was appalled, for the clothes that were being destroyed were the only ones he owned. Then he remembered that he was going to be killed anyway and felt a little better.

The earth is mostly just a boneyard.

I doubt it matters where you die, but it matters where you live." Call

I guess we could pile some rocks on her, Call said. I hate just to leave a body laying out. Woodrow, she's mostly et anyway, Gus said. Why spoil the buzzards' picnic?

It was an odd thing, but true, that the death of an enemy could affect you as much almost as much as the death of a friend.

I doubt it matters where you die, but it matters where you live.

It ain't dying I'm talking about, it's living. I doubt it matters where you die, but it matters where you live. Augustus McCrae

I said we oughta get married," Louisa said loudly. "What I like about you is you're quiet. Jim talked every second that he didn't have a whiskey bottle in his mouth. I got tired of listening. Also, you're skinny. If you don't last, you'll be easy to bury. I've buried enough husbands to take such things into account. What do you say?

It ain't dying I'm talking about, it's living," Augustus said. "I doubt it matters where you die, but it matters where you live.

I wouldn't mind to die if I could just do it warm.

I wish you'd stop talking about your own death, Gus said, in a joking tone. It ain't genteel.

Dearest, if you can wake in the morning with no pain in your joints and muscles, it's a sure sign that you have died in the night.

The cultivation of mindfulness is ultimately a matter of life and death, not in a scary way, but in the sense that we are always at risk, in every moment, for missing what is deepest and richest in our lives, the texture of the tapestry itself. We might say (every pun intended) that the richness lies right beneath our noses in any and every moment.

Looking in the dead bird's eye, I realized that these strange, unthought-of connections—sex and death, lust and violence, desire and degradation

This white hot pain, naturally, is basically nothing but a precise measure of the forces which hold this body together. It is a precise measure of the force which has made my existence possible. Death and life are actually MONSTROUS things.

Vad är det som kommer oss att hela tiden försöka intala oss att de döda föremålen omkring oss har en själ, att ladda dem med betydelser? Kan det vara någonting annat än misstanken att också vi är döda föremål?

Separar os vivos dos mortos. Separar a fantasia da realidade é coisa que não me interessa muito. Além disso, meus sonhos são fruto desse tempo. Mas o vivo e o morto!

Death, he felt, was only a kind of warning rather than a desperate and permanent end.

Presenciar o mistério da vida era suficientemente impressionante para evitar pensar na morte, em qualquer uma das suas manifestações: o abandono, a perda, o desaparecimento. Não, a única coisa que o seu espírito e o seu coração desejavam era festejar a vida.

What she liked the most about drinking was not being present, that feeling of self-evasion, of disconnection, of liberation, of escape. Alcohol offered her an excellent alternative to being herself without actually dying.

Look ma'am, those narcos that mutilate, torture, and kill others are no longer a part of us. They're no longer part of any family or community; they act against everyone. They are worth nothing. But when you bury a narco, you allow him to be a part of you again. He becomes dust, food, our brother once more. His body—dissolved in the earth—now sustains life again, instead of destroying it.

Eso es finalmente lo que vale, que alguien perdure en la memoria gracias al poder transformador de sus palabras. Por cierto, las que contenían mi mensaje eran éstas: Querida Chipi-Chipi, la muerte no existe, pero la vida, como tú la conoces, es maravillosa ¡aprovéchala! Te quiere por siempre. Tu papá.

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take

Silence is also speech. -Silerian Proverb The bitter heart eats it's owner. -Kintish Proverb Only one thing is better than learning an enemy is dead: learning that he is in Sileria. -Valdani Proverb