Quotes About Death

To die? Why not, if one can fuck around beforehand.

El cobarde muere cien veces. El hombre valiente muere sólo una vez. Pero la Señora Fortuna al atrevido ayuda, al cobarde siempre despreció tiene.

Num mundo em que a morte vai à caça, não há tempo para remorso ou hesitação. O tempo é suficiente apenas para tomar decisões. Não importa quantas decisões serão tomadas, nenhuma é menos ou mais importante do que as outras. No mundo em que a morte vai à caça, não existem decisões importantes ou pouco importantes. Há apenas decisões tomadas pelo guerreiro perante um iminente extermínio.

El cobarde muere cien veces. El hombre valiente muere sólo una vez. Pero la Señora Fortuna al atrevido ayuda, al cobarde siempre desprecio tiene.

O bem e o justo devem triunfar, o mal, recebeu um castigo exemplar e o amor, unir os amantes até a morte.

Some of the flames were tall and strong, burning brightly and vividly, while others were tiny, flickering and quavering, and their light diminished and died. At the very end was but one tiny flame, so weak it barely flickered and glimmered, now struggling to flare up, now almost going out entirely. "Whose is the dying flame?" asked the Witcher. "Yours." Death replied.

A coward… dies a hundred times. A brave man dies but once.

Vermelho como sangue, branco como marfim, Algo que há muito se desfez está próximo a mim Na Árvore da Morte há um coração de pedra Ao entrar sozinho na cripta, sua alma se quebra A cada simples passo, ele vai te acompanhar Cravar os olhos em sua presa e então atacar Vermelho como sangue, branco como marfim Os que deveriam ter fugido jazem próximo a mim.

Meglio morire che vivere con la consapevolezza di aver fatto qualcosa che ha bisogno del perdono altrui.»

Na majestade da morte, no respeito para com os mortos... E a morte é nada mais do que a morte. E o morto é apenas um cadáver frio. Não importa onde jaz onde seus ossos se transformam em pó.

Your mother gives birth to you only once and only once do you die

JeÅ›li zginie i zniknie pojÄ™cie woli i poddania, rozkazu i posÅ'uszeÅ"stwa, wÅ'adcy i poddanki, wtedy osiÄ…ga siÄ™ jedno??. WspólnotÄ™, poÅ'Ä…czenie siÄ™ w jednÄ… caÅ'o??. Wzajemne przenikniÄ™cie. A gdy coÅ› takiego nastÄ…pi, Å›mier? przestaje siÄ™ liczy?.

She shuddered even more intensely. And calmed down. I'm alive, she thought, looking around. It's not the end of the battle. Death will end the fight, everything else only interrupts it. They taught me that at Kaer Morhen.

Only death can finish the fight, everything else only interrupts the fighting.

It's better to die than to live in the knowledge that you've done something that needs forgiveness.

?ycie albo ?mier?, chcecie zdycha?, to zdychajcie.

Life is a breath, a passing breeze; a blade of grass, green and vibrant for a time, only to wither, die, and disappear. Soon you will be dead.

How could one man take praise, take the pats on the back and the medals and the bullshit, when so many of his friends were dying out there in the dark? Unrecognised, without praise, dying alone with their legs blown off or their guts spilling out over shrapnel? Bainbridge was a hero, but he was alive, and for some reason he held this against himself. The true heroes of the war were the men whose songs went unsung, whose lives were extinguished. The ones who died alone.

Likewise, most of the world goes to bed at night under the assumption that if they were to die in their sleep, they would find themselves standing at the pearly gates. After all, good people go to heaven. And just about everybody thinks they are good.

Death is never more than a breath away from the act of playing music. Each note on a guitar represents a small curve: birth, life, and death-and then you start over.

I'm not afraid to die; I just don't want to be there when it happens

Ante los ojos de los muertos abiertos sólo para la eternidad, el topo, horadando su túnel tercamente, pasó ágil y veloz como una golondrina.

Nothing is a matter of life and death except life and death.

She has the mysterious solitude of ambiguous states; she hovers in a no-man's land between life and death, sleeping and waking.