Quotes About Death

Twenty-two years eight months and four days from that moment, a promising young Alpha- Minus administrator at Mwanza-Mwanza was to die of trypanosomiasis - the first case for over half a century. Sighing, Lenina went on with her work.

Incidental, m-am aflat ÅŸi eu în prim?var? foarte aproape de judecata final?. De fapt, nici nu aÅŸ mai fi aici dac? n-ar fi existat penicilina. Pneumonia, prietena b?trâneÅ£ii. Ast?zi medicina te învie ca s? poÅ£i tr?i bucurându-te de arterioscleroz? sau de cancerul prostatei. AÅŸa c?, precum vezi, totul este cu des?vârÅŸire postum. Cu excepÅ£ia mea, sunt morÅ£i cu toÅ£ii iar eu tr?iesc din timp împrumutat.

Were there any crimes or tragedies in the family? Let me see, Henry Wimbush rubbed his chin thoughtfully. I can only think of two suicides, one violent death, four or perhaps five broken hearts, and half a dozen little blots on the scutcheon in the way of misalliances, seductions, natural children, and the like. No, on the whole, it's a placid and uneventful record.

Ignore death up to the last moment; then, when it can't be ignored any longer, have yourself squirted full of morphia and shuffle off in a coma. Thoroughly sensible, humane and scientific, eh?

Destruir su condicionamiento ante la muerte con aquella indecente explosión de dolor, como si la muerte fuese algo horrible, como si la vida de una persona pudiera llegar a importar tanto!

But all the same," insisted the Savage, "it is natural to believe in God when you're alone—quite alone, in the night, thinking about death …" "But people never are alone now," said Mustapha Mond. "We make them hate solitude; and we arrange their lives so that it's almost impossible for them ever to have it.

If after every tempest came such calms, may the winds blow till they have wakened death.

But all the same," insisted the Savage, "it is quite natural to believe in God when you're alone-quite alone, in the night, thinking about death …" "But people never are alone now," said Mustapha Mond. "We make them hate solitude; and we arrange their lives so that it's almost impossible for them to ever have it.

Nimeni nu te poate ajuta,nimeni nu poate fi vreodata prezent:oamenii pot sta în jurul t?u cât timp suferi ÅŸi eÅŸti pe moarte;dar ei stau într-o alt? lume.În lumea ta,eÅŸti absolut singur.Singur în suferinÅ£a ta,în agonia ta,aÅŸa cum eÅŸti singur în iubire,singur pân? ÅŸi în pl?cerea cea mai deplin împ?rt??it?.

But all the same," insisted the Savage, "it is natural to believe in God when you're alone—quite alone, in the night, thinking about death…

Pero las lágrimas son necesarias. ¿No recuerda lo que dice Otelo? "¡Si tras cada tempestad vienen tales calmas, soplen los vientos hasta que despierten a la muerte.

If after every tempest come such calms, may the winds blow till they have awakened death.

Murder kills only the individual.

He held out his right hand in the moonlight. From the cut on his wrist the blood was still oozing. Every few seconds a drop fell, dark, almost colourless in the dead light. Drop, drop, drop. To-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow... He had discovered Time and Death and God.

Különben is, az ember legjobb nyugalma az alvás, s ezt gyakran kijátszod; de erÅ'sen félsz a haláltól, mely semmi több. Nem több, mint alvás. Aludni. Álmodni tán.

Je?eli chce si? ?y? ka?d? nadarzaj?c? si? chwil?, trzeba umiera? dla ka?dej innej chwili.

He was thinking of death; death in the form of a new life growing and growing in his belly, like an embryo in a womb. The one thing fresh and active in his old body, the one thing exuberantly and increasingly alive was death.

Preparation for ultimate death is to be aware that your highest and most intense form of life is accompanied by, and conditional upon, a series of small deaths all the time. We have to be dying to these obsessive memories..

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death.

El liberalismo, desde luego, murió de ántrax

I can imagine myself on my death-bed, spent utterly with lust to touch the next world, like a boy asking for his first kiss from a woman.

I do not think we were afraid of death; life had become such an infinitely boring alternation between a period of stimulation which failed to stimulate and of depression which hardly even depressed.

The nails from a suicide's coffin, and the skull of the parricide, were of course no trouble; for Vesquit never traveled without these household requisites.

In vain we labour at the loathsome task Not knowing if we wake or sleep ; But in the end we lift the plumèd casque Of the dead warrior ; Find no chaste corpse therein, but a soft-smiling whore.