Quotes About Death

We see his smile of love even when others see nothing but the black hand of death smiting our best beloved.

I tried to smile like I wasn't about to die.

This one sits shivering in Fortune's smile, taking his joy with bated, doubtful breath. This other, gnawed by hunger, all the while laughs in the teeth of Death.

Next moment he was standing erect on the rock again, with that smile on his face and a drum beating within him. It was saying, "To die will be an awfully big adventure.

Because they died, we know we still live. Because a star explodes and a thousand worlds like ours die, we know this world is. That is the smile: that what might not be, is.

When I die, I would love to die smiling. If however I forget this, I hope I have someone there to make me smile.

Each society is a hero system which promises victory over evil and death.

Cigarette smoking is clearly identified as the chief, preventable cause of death in our society.

Decadence attracts me. It suggests a new world, and, for me, society's struggle between life and death is absolutely beautiful.

Death had to take her little by little, bit by bit, dragging her along to the bitter end of the miserable existence she'd made for herself. They never even knew what she did die of. Some spoke of a chill. But the truth was that she died from poverty, from the filth and the weariness of her wretched life.

Ivan Klima dice: casi nada se parece tanto a la muerte como el amor realizado. Cada aparición de cualquiera de los dos es única pero definitiva, irrepetible, inapelable e impostergable.

Y por eso es imposible aprender a amar, tal como no se puede aprender a morir. Y nadie puede aprender el elusivo —el inexistente aunque intensamente deseado— arte de no caer en sus garras, de mantenerse fuera de su alcance. Cuando llegue el momento, el amor y la muerte caerán sobre nosotros, a pesar de que no tenemos ni un indicio de cuándo llegará ese momento.

If all these people were dead, this festivity would be extremely agreeable.

Death should take more care with his paperwork.

So this is death, observed Eddie. He felt his shoulder-blades, passed a hand above his head. No wings. No halo, either. Guess we didn't make the grade as angels.

Bees die with the burnt honey at their mouths, at least.

For life is a seamless web. It connects us not merely with one another, but with all that is sentient; with all that shares its miracle of birth and feeling and death.

It strikes me that the physical details of the dying body are as intimate and predictable as those of the body making love.

Death is both a certainty and an unknown, Chuck says. It's hard to get a grip on it.

In Jewish tradition, dying in one's sleep is called a kiss of God, and dying on the Sabbath is a gift that is merited by piety. For the pious person, my father once wrote, it is a privilege to die.

There are five incomplete phenomena (or unripe fruits). The incomplete experience of death is sleep; an incomplete form of prophecy is dream; the incomplete form of the world to come is the Sabbath; the incomplete form of the heavenly light is the orb of the sun; the incomplete form of heavenly wisdom is the Torah.

The body without the spirit is a corpse; the spirit without the body is a ghost.

If I am killed, I can die but once; but to live in constant dread of it, is to die over and over again.

If I am killed I can die but once. But to live in constant dread is to die over and over again.