Quotes About Death

Sleep I forget. Her silky breath no longer fans my ears; I dream I float on some forgotten stream that hath a saviour still of death

Love death therefore, and long eagerly for it. Die Daily.

Verily, love is death, and death is life to come.

O bid these strangers go ; Turn to my lips till their cup overflow ; Hurt me with kisses, kill me with desire, Consume me and destroy me with the fire Of bleeding passion straining at the heart, Touched to the core by sweetnesses that smart ; Bitten by fiery snakes, whose poisonous breath Swoons in the midnight, and dissolves to death !

Tis like the dripping of some stagnant rain From the housetops of a ruined city Upon the flagstones. Not one petal clings Upon the stalk of life or memory. Stain Not one pale thought with blushes ; my soul's dead As a corpse flung out of the tideway on The stinking flats of London mud.

Es preciso haber querido morir, Maximiliano, para saber cuán bueno es vivir

La vejez, esa primera muerte de las cortesanas.

As horas que crescem no lado direito dos relógios devem ser esticadas com ajuda da preguiça, pois são elas as que mais seguramente levam para a morte.

Having chosen his own death, Henri Christophe would never know the corruption of his flesh, flesh fused with the very stuff of the fortress, inscribed in its architecture, integrated with its body bristling with flying buttresses. Le Bonnet del'Eveque, the whole mountains, had become the mausoleum of the first King of Haiti.

And yet from thought of death, my friends, I shrink; I want to live - to suffer and to think, To taste of care and grief and tribulation, Of rapture and of sweet exhilaration; Be drunk with harmony; touch fancy's strings And freely weep o'er its imaginings... And love's last flash, its smile of farewell tender My sad decline may yet less mournful render.

Tu eri morto – disse – e non c'era più niente di bello, al mondo.

Morir es tan solo una forma particularmente exacta de envejecer.

Aš netgi negird?jau jos balso. O po valand?l?s. - Tai keista kan?ia. Švelniai. - Mirti iš ilgesio d?l kažko, ko jau niekad nepatirsi.

e se non c'era profondo mare a prendersela con sé. Sterminato giardino di morti, senza croci né confini. Scivolò via come un'onda, solo più bella delle altre

per capire cosa vuol dire che la verità si concede solo all'orrore, e che per raggiungerla abbiamo dovuto passare da questo inferno, per vederla abbiamo dovuto distruggerci l'un l'altro, per averla abbiamo dovuto diventare belve feroci, per stanarla abbiamo dovuto spezzarci di dolore. E per essere veri abbiamo dovuto morire. Perché? Perché le cose diventano vere solo nella morsa della disperazione?

You wake, you die.

But now to die would be, indeed, to give way to the sarcasm of destiny.

Death is always death, that is oblivion, resting, absence of life, as well as pain.

Death, just like life, has it's secret pains and lust. All in that to know them.

For a moment, I believe, there was a stillness. A shocking realization by all things - beetles, dormice, the spiders spinning their webs in the moonlight, even the hot metal of the tracks and the wind in the trees - that Death had just shrieked past like a stinking black eagle and made off with a remarkable man.

Do you realise that people die of boredom in London suburbs? It's the second biggest cause of death amongs the English in general. Sheer boredom...

The only thing that makes me sad is that I shall be leaving Africa when I die. I love Africa, which is my mother and my father. When I am dead, I shall miss the smell of Africa

She used the expression that the Batswana preferred: to become late. There was human sympathy here; to be dead is to be nothing, to be finished. The expression is far too final, too disruptive of the bonds that bind us to one another, bonds that survive the demise of one person. A late father is still your father, even though he is not there; a dead father sounds as if he has nothing further to do--he is finished.

Let's not have a sniffle, let's have a jolly good cry And always remember, the longer you live, the sooner you jolly well die.