Quotes About Death

The perennial sadness of a girl who is both death and the maiden.

It was the beginning of an anxiety that would never end, except with the deaths of either or both; and anxiety is the beginning of conscience, which is the parent of the soul but it is not compatible with innocence.

Juliette's story-telling function is itself part of her whorishness. She is a perfect whore. . . . they know how to utilize the power of the word, of narrative, to save their lives. The continuity of their narratives protects them from the discontinuity of death.

The waxen fingers of the Countess, fingers of a holy image, turn up the card called L'Amoureux. Never, never before… never before has the Countess cast herself a fate involving L'Amoureux. She shakes, she trembles, her great eyes close beneath her finely veined, nervously throbbing eyelids; the lovely cartomancer has, this time, the first time, dealt herself a hand of love and death.

But the Countess herself is indifferent to her own weird authority. She believes that, by ignoring it, she can abnegate it. More than anything, she would like to be human; but she does not know if that is possible. The Tarot always shows the same configuration: always she turns up La Papesse, Le Mort, Le Tour Abolie, wisdom, death, dissolution.

She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening. She has the mysterious solitude of ambiguous states; she hovers in a no-man's land between life and death, sleeping and waking.

We know the road to freedom has always been stalked by death.

Yet I knew life did not end with death. David spoke of living after this life, and so did Job. Enoch and Elijah had been taken away, and where did they go? Surely they were with HaShem.

He leaned against the wall and folded his hands, quietly rejoicing in unexpected blessings—the company of a friend, a new purpose, pure water. Even knowing the date of his death was a blessing, for it would bring an end to his pain. To everything, there was a season . . .

Rose's baby can't be confirmed for the next fifteen years and anything might happen before then," from which words it was perfectly clear to her hearers that she had courageously envisaged the beautiful and comforting thought that the present Bishop of Barchester might be dead by that time.

There's something about death that is comforting. The thought that you could die tomorrow frees you to appreciate your life now.

Septimus look at Jenna, his green eyes serious, "It's a luxury Jen," he said. "What do you mean?" Septimus stared at the scraped and bloody snow at his feet. It took him some moments to reply. "I mean…" he began slowly. "I mean that if you go through life and never face a situation where, in order for your to survive, someone else has to die, then you're lucky. That's what I mean.

She's dead!" Marcia gasped. And then, much more dismayed, she cried, "She's dead on my sofa!

Life is a great escape from deprivation and early death.

You broke me bodily. The heart ain't the half of it, And I'll never learn to laugh at it In my good natured way. In fact, I'm laughing less in general, But I learned a lot at my own funeral. And I knew you'd be the death of me, So I guess that's the price I pay.

I've played the powerless in too many dark scenes. I was blessed with a birth and a death and I guess I just want some say in between

I mean, what What if no one's watching What if when we're dead We are just dead I mean, what What if it's just us down here What if God is just an idea Someone put in your head

All the deaths were natural, yet all had an aura of horror. It was their lives rather than their deaths that were regrettable, and all the frustrated love that had failed to sweeten their end.

she used to say she would drown herself in but because she didn't, because she died, after all, in bed, I felt she was still trying to get there. A person needs to choose his death.

But people often had a voyeur's excitement when they were close to a violent death, as if it conferred a degree of celebrity on them.

She was scared of people when they were alive and dangerous. At least the dead could do you no harm.

Vera had never been bothered by post-mortems. Dead people couldn't hurt you; it was the living you should be frightened of.

No dignity in death and not much more when she was living

As the rest of them aged and raged against the good night to come, he faced it with equanimity, even with amusement. Death, he said, was the last big adventure.