Quotes About Death

EDMUND: [...] A fost o mare greÈ™eal? c? m-am n?scut om. M-aÈ™ fi descurcat mai bine ca pesc?ruÈ™ ori peÈ™te. AÈ™a, o s? fiu mereu un str?in care nu se simte niciodat? în largul lui, care nu doreÈ™te cu adev?rat È™i nu e dorit cu adev?rat, care nu poate s?-È™i g?seasc? niciodat? locul È™i care trebuie s? fie tot timpul un pic indr?gostit de moarte. (Eugene O'Neill - Lungul drum al zilei c?tre noapte)

Who wants to see life as it is, if they can help it? It's the three Gorgons in one. You look in their faces and turn to stone. Or it's Pan. You see him and you die - that is, inside you - and have to go on living as a ghost. - You have a poet in you but it's a damned morbid one!

Dicen que existe la paz en los verdes campos del Edén. Hay que morirse para averiguarlo.

Your arms, so wonderful! When I die, come embrace me, But take off your sweater first.

death is the only water to wash away this dirt

Madoff received so many death threats that he started wearing a bulletproof vest to his court appearances. Protestors sometimes gathered outside his apartment building, including an angry Wall Street trader who arrived on January 14 with a huge sign reading, "Bernie, it's not too late to do the right thing: JUMP!

Most people have to die to get to Hell. I took a shortcut.

Life's funny chucklehead. You only get one and you don't want to throw it away. But you can't really live it at all unless you're willing to give it up for the things you love. If you're not at least willing to die for something-something that really matters-in the end you die for nothing.

They are weary of war, but war is what we live for. They are afraid of death, but death is what we love.

The road to heaven isn't death, Tom. It's life.

The Chinese death-toll in the chaotic fighting of the Second World War has been estimated at around twenty million, outstripping by far every other nation except the Soviet Union.

The grave's a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace.

Medicine is conservative. Sometimes for the right reasons. Sometimes for the wrong reasons. We'll let people die from a pandemic because we don't want to give them a cure that might also kill them. It's easier to deal with the repercussions of a death by natural causes than a death from an experimental procedure.

When I was cowering in the ambulance, waiting for Joe Vik to come for me and Jillian, it was Detective Glenn who was outside trying to give us cover. Sure, I found my courage. So did Jillian . . . god, did she ever. But Glenn had it all along. He died. We lived. Would Glenn turn away and leave this man on his doorstep? This grieving man. Fuck me.

On the plus side, this really is probably the most baller way anyone could possibly die. So there's that.

Santa Maria della Concezione dei Cappuccini.

You're going to die." I tell her this not to be cruel, but out of compassion. It's the uncertainty of things that tears our souls apart. She still thinks this is a dream, but her eyes are focused now. My words are working their way through her broken mind.

Is death like the event horizon of a black hole, where you fall forever?

In my solitude I have pondered much on the incomprehensible subjects of space, eternity, life and death. —Alfred Russel Wallace Faking my own death is

The thing we know is that humanity has a hundred per cent mortality rate. We all die. But the facts don't matter – we can't bear to lose the people we love, and it doesn't quite register about the billions who die, or even about our own coming deaths. We don't experience our own death the way we experience the deaths of those we love.

But they are only the faces of the dead. Coming into detail as we hurtle toward them. They see us, too. Fingers scratching at the ice's rough underside, desperate to be the first to pull us down.

The dead boy floats by.

Churchill sensed he was speaking into a void, and years later he wrote of that debate, 'I felt a sensation of despair. To be so entirely convinced and vindicated in a matter of life and death to one's country, and not to be able to make Parliament and the nation heed the warning, or bow to the proof by taking action, was an experience most painful.

Shortly after 8 a.m. on Sunday, 24 January 1965, the noble heart of Sir Winston Spencer-Churchill beat its last.