Quotes About Death

He was teaching me how to die, just as he'd taught me how to live.

The ultimate expression of sovereignty largely resides in the power and capacity to dictate who is able to live and who must die. To kill or to let live thus constitutes sovereignty's limits, its principal attributes. To be sovereign is to exert one's control over mortality and to define life as the deployment and manifestation of power.

In all outward aspects he remained patient and mild now, not caring even to speak against heretics; he knew that he was likely to die soon enough, but the prospect of death was not an unwelcome one (...). More retained his hair shirt as he dwelled in his chamber, and is reported to have whipped himself for penitence; he fasted on the appointed days, sang hymns and prayed both day and night.

Ya??yorlar. Ac? çekiyorlar. Ölüyorlar.

The others had been driven into the desert to die of thirst (the Germans poisoned the waterholes), were shot, or—to economize on bullets—bayoneted or clubbed to death with rifle stocks.

BOTH IN Africa and Europe, Leopold's death had promised to mark the end of an era. Many Belgians felt relieved; at last they would be rid of the multiple embarrassments of his youthful mistress, his unseemly quarrels with his daughters, and the sheer nakedness of his greed. But it was soon clear that Leopold's ghost would not vanish so easily. The king who had died while in possession of one of Europe's largest fortunes had tried to take it with him.

others helped Austria-Hungary carry out a ruthless occupation of Serbia. When the war ended, that tiny country would have proportionately the highest death toll, military and civilian, of any combatant, nearly one out of five of its people.

we live in a world of corpses, and only about some of them is there a hue and cry. True

When a final tally was made after the war, it would show that 27,927 Boers—almost all of them women and children—had died in the camps, more than twice the number of Boer soldiers killed in combat.)

Or do you, like Achilles, believe in the dignity of love and the purity of honor as the only things that matter in the face of death?

Love, Jamie P.S. I can't believe you're dying. Please don't die.

Deader than a coffin nail, because a coffin nail is still performing useful work, and so in one sense is as alive as it's ever been. Dead as hope. Dead as our financial affairs. Gone.

He was on the verge of obtaining his heart's dream, perhaps; a more alarming prospect than the verge of one's own death. For after all death, whatever else it may be when it comes to us, is not going to be a disappointment.

Whatever language Death speaks is not ours; and most of us spend no time acquiring the complex grammar, in which every verb is irregular and only the past tense obtains, until it is too late

foresight of our own dissolution is so terrible to us, and that the idea of those circumstances, which undoubtedly can give us no pain when we are dead, makes us miserable while we are alive. And from thence arises one of the most important principles in human nature, the dread of death, the great poison to the happiness, but the great restraint upon the injustice of mankind, which, while it afflicts and mortifies the individual, guards and protects the society.

But one half the children born, it is computed, die before the age of manhood.

Con qué tranquilidad avanzamos a través de días y meses, y cantamos en voz baja una negra canción de cuna, cuán fácil los lobos secuestran a nuestros hermanos con qué levedad respira la muerte

What's news?" She put the magazine down and looked at me. "Philip K. Dick is dead." "Who's that?" I asked.

I am Trouble with a capital T. I'm Death with a capital D. If you give me any problems at all, I won't hesitate to kill you. Do you understand?

You know what they say. The living are only a species of the dead, aren't they? And a very rare species at that. The cradle rocks over the abyss.

In Europe, what seems to bond toads and toadstools strongly is their shared role as potentially toxic agents of death, and their close associations with magic and the supernatural. In Christian thought, both were seen to represent the dark and evil threads of nature's tapestry. Both appeared in late medieval art in representations of hell, particularly in the work of Flemish artists.

And there they ring the walls, the young, the lithe. The handsome hold the graves they won in Troy; the enemy earth rides over those who conquered.

Death is softer by far than tyranny.

Thus he died, and all the life struggled out of him; and as he died he spattered me with the dark red and violent driven rain of bitter-savored blood to make me glad, as gardens stand among the showers of God in glory at the birthtime of the buds.