Quotes About Death

what song of death, what dance of Hades shall I do?

Hegel on sacrifice. The animal dies. The man becomes alert.

LIII. What is the holiness of conversation? It is to master death.

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As tree shapes from mist / Her young death / Loose / In you.

It happens to me frequently. You disappear? Yes and then come back. Moments of death I call them.

I continue to be interested in the fact that children come out of your body, that giving birth is like pulling the sleeve of death inside out.

A britek, jövök rá, csak akkor temetnek el valakit, amikor már annyira halott, hogy más szót kell rá használni. A britek addig várnak a temetéssel, hogy a rokonok nem is gyászolni gy?lnek össze, hanem panaszkodni, hogy még mindig ott van a tetem.

It was a task more than a burden. Once you have actually carried a dead man you are happy enough to leave him down, let them put the box into the damn ground.

I simply can't build my hopes on a foundation of confusion, misery and death... I think... peace and tranquillity will return again.

Labor is the closest a woman may ever be to the threshold between life and death while she is still very much alive.

I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds. JOHN 12:24

In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord seated on a throne, high and exalted. ISAIAH 6:1

Le monde est en ordre Les morts dessous Les vivants dessus

She reacted to this with hostility and openly maintained a prayer vigil outside the intensive care unit, praying that her son would die because of the shame he had caused her.

One thing hits me," Hanne said at last. "Each of these deaths in a sense is circumscribed by Maria." "What do you mean?" "The day Iselin died, Maria travelled to

When we de-repress the fear of death, we reclaim the energy that has gone into denial. We feel buoyed up as streams of creative energy course through our bodies, minds and nervous systems. By facing a subject that usually depresses and terrifies us, we feel lighter, freer, more perceptually and cognitively alive in all our encounters....Old age will no longer be a synonym for death, or dying, but for living.

For some of us, books are as important as almost anything else on earth. What a miracle it is that out of these small, flat, rigid squares of paper unfolds world after world after world, worlds that sing to you, comfort and quiet or excite you. Books help us understand who we are and how we are to behave. They show us what community and friendship mean; they show us how to live and die.

I never realized Death was so fleet of foot.' 'The fleetest. Always dancing in the shadows.' 'Always waiting for his next partner?' 'Dancing through a long list until he finds the perfect one.

There's a moment when love makes you believe in death for the first time. You recognize the one whose loss, even contemplated, you'll carry forever, like a sleeping child. All grief, anyone's grief...is the weight of a sleeping child.

In working with the wounded at Gallipoli, the lead character comments, "Perhaps life was the nightmare and death the awakening.

Ik zag geen bietebauw, maar wel waren de geesten van de pokkedoden van Antwerpen in de vorm van een zwerm spreeuwen in de kastanjeboom neergestreken. Met hun honderden zwarte lijfjes zetten ze de boom voortijdig in blad. Ze vlogen in slierten op en streken opnieuw neer alsof ze vastzaten aan een laken dat door een reuzenvrouw werd opgeschud.

Anyone who has lost a love to death can tell you about that fall. You wake from a hard-won sleep and be there warm and groggy and consider engaging the day. And then you remember. Half of you is not there, and never will be again. The person who focused all the disparate parts of you into a whole is gone. The agony is too much; you almost welcome the great slide ahead of you. But there is no oblivion in it. Only blackness and an endless well of red pain.

Watching the tiny shrimp and snails on the sea whips, I realized that those moments between birth and death are exactly what we have in life. If we just pay full attention to each of them as we live it, the universe will tell us what it's about. And I strongly suspected that it was as much about sea whips and snails as it was about humans.