Quotes About Death

Our nation isn't just a severed hand, a mutilated grandmother, three dead girls in a basement, embarrassment for a minister, trillions of debt, a double suicide at the railway station and a fatal five-car crash by the coast.

yet men die miserably every day

How stupid could she be to think a clean person would love her -- would risk death and decay and banishment for love!

I've come to believe that how we choose to live with pain, or injustice, or death...is the true measure of the Divine within us. Some, like Crossen, choose to do harm to themselves and others. Others, like Kenji, bear up under their pain and help other to bear it.

I've come to believe that how we choose to live with pain, or injustice, or death … is the true measure of the Divine within us. Some, like Crossen, choose to do harm to themselves and others. Others, like Kenji, bear up under their pain and help others to bear it.

I've come to believe that how we choose to live with pain, or injustice, or death .... is the true measure of the Divine within us. Some, like Crossen, choose to do harm to themselves and others. Others, like Kenji, bear up under their pain and help others to bear it. - Catherine in Moloka'i.

but by the time Dr. Fennel arrived in a mad rush, Kenji was no longer breathing.

La muerte es la forma que tiene el universo de limpiar lo que ya ha cumplido con su propósito, para dejar vía libre al siguiente acto de propósito.

Death displays nothing if not variety in its methods, which are often surprising and sometimes amusing.

As all foot soldiers have known for thousands of years, there's nothing noble about dying. Only an irritating finality.

I don't get to treat many lightsaber wounds. It's such an old weapon. People today prefer to fight with rifles and blasters, from long range." She shrugged. "I suppose it doesn't matter. Death is death, no matter the mechanism that is employed to beget it.

Biological traces are acceptable," Hux murmured, "but a couple of skulls would be better.

The philosophy that accepts death must itself be considered dead, its questions meaningless, its consolations worn out.

Our conception of immortality now requires precise definition. What must be eliminated from the human situation is the inevitability of death as a result and natural end of the aging process. I am speaking of the inescapable parabolic arching from birth to death. But we must clearly understand that any given unit of life -- my individual existence and yours -- can never be guaranteed eternity.

We have long since gone beyond the moon, touched down on Mars, the moon, harnessed nuclear energy, artificially reproduced DNA, and now have the biochemical means to control birth; why should death itself, the Last Enemy, be considered sacred and beyond conquest?

Such is the cost immortality. No person is whole. No person is free. Over time, some have determined that the only way to live is to die. In death, a man or a woman is free of the weight of the past.

Such is the cost of immortality. No person is whole. No person is free. Over time, some have determined that the only way to live is to die. In death, a man or a woman is free of the weight of the past.

A live body and a dead body contain the same number of particles. Structurally, there's no discernible difference. Life and death are unquantifiable abstracts. Why should I be concerned?

They offered you a choice between the death of your principles and the death of your body. You said you'd rather die. You faced the fear of your own death, and you were calm and still.

Well, what do you expect? The Comedian is dead.

Soon there will be war. Millions will burn. Millions will perish in sickness and misery. Why does one death matter against so many? Because there is good and there is evil, and evil must be punished. Even in the face of Armageddon I shall not compromise in this. But there are so many deserving of retribution ... and there is so little time.

There never was a Jack the Ripper. Mary Kelly was just an unusually determined suicide. Why don't we leave it there.

Truly, life is hell and death's rough hand our only deliverance.

There is something in death akin to that which exists in love: both spur men to eloquence.