Quotes About Death

That's why people take vacations. No to relax or find excitement or see new places. To escape the death that exists in routine things.

When I read obituaries I always note the age of the deceased. Automatically I relate this figure to my own age. Four years to go, I think. Nine more years. Two years and I'm dead. The power of numbers is never more evident than when we use them to speculate on the time of our dying.

Fear is unnatural. Lightning and thunder are unnatural. Pain, death, reality, these are all unnatural. We can't bear these things as they are. We know too much. So we resort to repression, compromise and disguise. This is how we survive the universe. This is the natural language of the species.

57 Y arrojándolo fuera de la ciudad lo apedrearon; y los testigos depositaron sus vestidos a los pies de un mancebo, que se llamaba Saulo. 58 Y apedreaban a Esteban, el cual estaba orando, y diciendo: Señor Jesús, recibe mi espíritu. 59 Y poniéndose de rodillas, clamó en alta voz: Señor, no les hagas cargo de este pecado. Y dicho esto, durmió en el Señor. Saulo empero había consentido como los otros a la muerte de Esteban. 8

Twenty-eight men were on trial. If found guilty, they faced death by the grisly form of torture known as hanging, drawing and quartering. The most important of these were twenty-four who had sat as judges at the king's trial. Most of them had played other key roles in bringing the king to trial.

These lawyers agreed to charge the alleged regicides under the ancient law of treason, which made 'imagining' the death of the king or his heir punishable by death. 'Imagining' could cover a range of acts from direct involvement in a royal death to advocating it. They then agreed to drop the requirement under common law for two witnesses to prove an action. In the forthcoming trials one witness was to be deemed sufficient.

I knew it. You're a romantic. God, I'm going to have to look after you, Eric, make a special project of you the next four years, because if you take that shit out into the world, that kind of fucking idealism, you'll get slaughtered. You'll get creamed. It'll be the death of you.

oh i should worry and fretdeath and i will coquettethere s a dance in the old dame yettoujours gai toujours gai

Bye, Bye, Miss American PieDrove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dryThem good old boys were drinkin'Whiskey and RyeSingin' this'll be the day that I dieThis'll be the day that I die

Each man's death was his own. He may not choose the time or place, he may not even realize that he was dying, but no two departures from this life were ever perfectly identical.

I have absolutely no fear of death. Why would I? There's nothing to fear-only joy to experience.

To be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord to those who love him and know him.

Luis hopes for heaven. Keller fears hell. Vera fears only death, and that because he takes such pleasure in life.

Rich or dead. There's worse choices.

The death of God left the angels in a strange position.

How can he be killed most easily? With the fewest stains?

It is long since I could have adventured on eternity, through God's mercy and Christ's merits but death remained somewhat terrible, and that now is taken away and now death is no more to me, but to cast myself into my husband's arms, and to lie down with Him.

Fear not and the God of mercies grant a full gale and a fair entry into His kingdom, which may carry sweetly and swiftly over the bar, that you find not the rub of death.

Beyond that he was a ghost of Uganda; in this nation of his birth he was under a death sentence for the simple crime of having lived. And he was the ghost of his father's dream of security and continuity, there was no security, and this age was the enemy of continuity. Every man stands on the freight-car roof. We fall and fall, our feet planted on the solid surface, and the only question is how long before we hit.

What's that old image about a sick person, when they're about to die, they turn their face to the wall? That's what ran through my head when I got over by the wall, of course. My mind isn't always so full of morbid notions, but even Mary Poppins would have had a grim thought or two if she'd had my last four days.

Well, she was dead, and there was no use crying over spilt milk.

Exiled by death from people we have known, We are reduced again by years, and try To call them back and clothe the barren bone, Not to admit that people ever die. -from "Exile

Death of a part is agony - from "The Red Branch

If work is no antidote to death, nor a denial of it, death is a powerful stimulus to work. Get done what you can.