Quotes About Death

If wild my breast and sore my pride, I bask in dreams of suicide, If cool my heart and high my head I think 'How lucky are the dead.

If wild my breast and sore my pride, I bask in dreams of suicide, If cool my heart and high my head I think 'How lucky are the dead.

We want our idols to be dead because it makes death a much less scary place.

I feel like I'm going to die,' he says. 'Could we talk for a few minutes before you die?' 'Only if you do it quietly.' 'I met this girl last night. I need your advice.' 'Come back later.' 'No. You might be dead.

I kept a picture of me kissing my dad's corpse on the forehead in my wallet for years. I'd break it out any time someone showed me a baby picture, just so they would know how it ends.

Don't fucking work hard, dummy, you die at the end! Didn't anyone tell you?

You know," said Arthur, "it's at times like this, when I'm trapped in a Vogon airlock with a man from Betelgeuse, and about to die of asphyxiation in deep space that I really wish I'd listened to what my mother told me when I was young." "Why, what did she tell you?" "I don't know, I didn't listen.

Death has a price, and all who bargain with the dead must pay it.

We kill, kill, kill. Flesh, spirit, whatever gets in our way. It's like our whole purpose is to extinguish life. And for those who live, there's memory, like a curse. We're such a mixture of frailty and cruelty.

There is more terror in a day of life than there is at the moment of death. It is as if a door has opened to a prison, though you do not believe it is a prison while you exist within it.

Death is not the end of things, my sister. It is the beginning of a greater adventure than this small life you cherish can hold. And beyond these shores of death, there are great ships that fly from the golden seas to the skies of pearl.

Death is a gift, so long as it is nature's hand.

Skinless creatures swayed in death throes from thick, silver hooks. Beneath them, on the turquoise mosaic floor, rows of buckets overflowed with clotting blood.

To every man upon this Earth, death cometh soon or late. And how can man die better, than facing fearful odds. For the ashes of his fathers, and the temples of his gods." —Thomas Babington Macaulay, Horatius at the Bridge

car seat-belts. The vast majority of the time they served no real purpose. Even bad drivers could go years between accidents. But when an accident finally did occur—in that precise instant—a seat-belt became the only thing standing between a chance for life and a grisly death.

exactly the way he hoped to die, which he decided should involve the Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders and his heart giving out from exhaustion.

To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; A time to kill, and a time to heal." —Partial excerpts from Ecclesiastes 3:1-8, King James Bible "Time flies like an arrow . . . but fruit flies like a banana." —Unknown (often attributed to Groucho Marx)

During times of scarcity at least, yes. This is one probable explanation for why most life on Earth, including ours, is programmed to die." Desh's

In most jobs, one learned from one's mistakes. Unfortunately, in our job, a single mistake usually led to a swift death, and corpses were notoriously stubborn when it came to learning from bad experiences.

Then said the brave Horatius, The Captain of the Gate, "To every man upon this earth, Death cometh soon or late. And how can a man die better Than facing fearful odds. For the ashes of his fathers, And the temples of his Gods.

And what happened when an individual cell became selfish and exhibited Nietzsche's will to power? It became a cancer. The cell would break free of the restraints on its own division and become immortal—for a while—until its very immortality choked the entire organism to death, killing the selfish cell in the process.

No one in that room had deserved death. He

Cowards die many times before their death. The valiant never taste of death but once." —Shakespeare (Julius Caesar, Act II, Scene II)

As the fly bangs against the window attempting freedom while the door stands open, so we bang against death ignoring heaven.