Quotes About Death

It's no shame to be born stupid. Only to die stupid.

The coffin, it shall protect me, though Death himself lies in it

People should die, only when they're alone. Or when they hate—not when they love.

Life is a disease, and death begins already at birth. Every breath, every heartbeat, is a moment of dying - a little shove toward the end.

Perhaps there is really nothing else when everything is falling to pieces, I think, except this bit of togetherness and even that is a sweet deception, for when someone else really needs you you cannot follow him or stand by him. I have noticed that often enough in the war when I looked into the face of a dead comrade. Each one of us has his own death and must suffer it alone; no one can help him then.

Comrade, I say to the dead man, but I say it calmly, today you tomorrow me, but if I come out of it, comrade, I will fight against this, that has struck us both down; from you taken life-and from me-? Life also. I promise you, comrade. It shall never happen again

Our knowledge of life is limited to death. What will happen afterwards? And what can possibly become of us?

šiaip ar taip, aš jau sp?jau štai k? pasteb?ti: siaub? galima pakelti, kol tu pasiduodi savo likimui, bet jis tave nužudo, jeigu tik imi apie j? galvoti.

Those are for us,' growls Detering. 'Don't talk rubbish,' Kat snaps back at him. 'You'll be lucky to get a coffin at all,' grins Tjaden, 'they'll just use a tarpaulin to wrap up that target-practice dummy you call a body, you wait and see.

Ich bin jung, ich bin zwanzig Jahre alt; aber ich kenne vom Leben nichts anderes als die Verzweiflung, den Tod, die Angst und die Verkettung sinnlosester Oberflächlichkeit mit einem Abgrund des Leidens. Ich sehe, dass Völker gegeneinander getrieben werden und sich schweigend, unwissend, töricht, gehorsam, unschuldig töten.

Trommelfeuer, Sperrfeuer, Gardinenfeuer, Minen, Gas, Tanks, Maschinengewehre, Handgranaten - Worte, Worte aber sie umfassen das Grauen der Welt.

For us lads of eighteen they ought to have been mediators and guides to the world of maturity, the world of work, of duty, of culture, of progress--to the future. We often made fun of them and played jokes on them, but in our hearts we trusted them. The idea of authority, which they represented, was associated in our minds with a greater insight and a more humane wisdom. But the first death we saw shattered this belief.

Galimyb? nusižudyti yra likimo dovana, kuri? mes retai tesuvokiame. Ji suteikia laisvo apsisprendimo iliuzij?. Ko gero, mes žudom?s kur kas dažniau, negu manome. Tik nejau?iame to.

Shells, gas clouds, and flotillas of tanks - shattering, corroding, death. Dysentery, influenza, typhus - scalding, choking, death.

Kui oled surnud, oled kole tähtis – kui elad, ei hooli sust keegi.

When a man has seen so many dead he cannot understand any longer why there should be so much anguish over a single individual.

Be meil?s žmogus - tik atostogaujantis lavonas.

If things went according to the death notices, ... the earth seems to have been populated by a horde of wingless angels without one's having been aware of it. Pure love, which in reality is to be found so seldom, shines on all sides in death, and is the commonest thing of all.

Wir reden nicht viel, aber wir sind voll zarterer Rücksicht miteinander, als ich mir denke, dass Liebende es sein können. Wir sind zwei Menschen, zwei winzige Funken Leben, draußen ist die Nacht und der Kreis des Todes. Wir sitzen an ihrem Rande, gefährdet und geborgen...wir sind uns nahe mit unseren Herzen und die Stunde ist wie der Raum: Überflackert von einem sanftem Feuer gehen die Empfindungen hin und her...

Obuze, mitraliere, aburi de gaze, flotile de tancuri - strivire, devorare, moarte.

Our life alternates between billets and the front. We have almost grown accustomed to it; war is the cause of death like cancer and tuberculosis, like influenza and dysentery. The deaths are merely more frequent, more varied and terrible.

We have yielded no more than a few hundred yards of it as a prize to the enemy. But on every yard there lies a dead man.

Was erwarten sie von uns, wenn eine Zeit kommt, wo kein Krieg ist? Jahre hindurch war unsere Beschäftigung Töten - es war unser erster Beruf im Dasein. Unser Wissen vom Leben beschränkt sich auf den Tod. Was soll danach noch geschehen? Und was soll aus uns werden?

The small tool of death was like a dynamo of life.