Quotes About Death

May be she'll learn something about what death really is, which is where the pain stops and the good memories begin. Not the end of life but the end of pain.

I knew the facts of death before I knew the facts of life. There never was a time when I didn't see the skull beneath the skin.

The certainty of death and the uncertainty of the hour of death is a source of grief throughout our life.

Once a blooming red rose, full of streaming life in its veins. Now a wilting black petal rupturing with death and pain.

I think that light and shadow have exactly the same duality that exists between life and death.

One is still what one is going to cease to be and already what one is going to become. One lives one's death, one dies one's life.

Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more.

The way we regard death is critical to the way we experience life. When your fear of death changes, the way you live your life changes.

Life and death are the same thing. When we realize this fact, we have no fear of death anymore, nor actual difficulty in our life.

Death is the side of life which is turned away from us.

How strange and awful is the synthesis of life and death in the gusty winds and falling leaves of an autumnal day!

Death is very likely the single best invention of life.

He who fears death has already lost the life he covets.

Don't talk about death, I've got too much life to live, To many orders to give.

We live and die; Christ died and lived!

In the face of such hopelessness as our eventual, unavoidable death, there is little sense in not at least trying to accomplish all of your wildest dreams in life.

In my solitude I have pondered much on the incomprehensible subjects of space, eternity, life and death.

Alive. Alive in the way that death is alive.

It's natural to die. The fact that we make such a big hullabaloo over it is all because we don't see ourselves as part of nature. We think because we're human we're something above nature.

The greatest tragedy is not death, but life without purpose.

Euthanasia ... is simply to be able to die with dignity at a moment when life is devoid of it.

History has to live with what was here, clutching and close to fumbling all we had - it is so dull and gruesome how we die, unlike writing, life never finishes.

And it was as if fate had betrayed the soldier. In death it exposed to his enemies that poverty which in life he had perhaps concealed from his friends.

Nature wants us to enjoy life to the full and die without giving it a second thought; Christianity wants the opposite.