Quotes About Death

And why wouldn't I be seeing all that dough going on relations they've hated all their lives, while the pets who've loved them and stood by them, never asked no questions, never complained, rich or poor, sickness or health, get buried anyhow like they was just animals?

Se os mortos não estavam contrariados por ter os ossos empilhados na parede do fundo, suponho que também não se ralariam em ser usados como artigos de decoração. Era como o sonho erótico de um assassino em série, pensamento que me tirou logo o apetite para o almoço.

certain is death for the born And certain is birth for the dead; Therefore

So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.

Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses

I had traded the fight against love for the fight against loneliness, the fight against life for the fight against death.

I want to die violently instead of fading out sentimentally.

He had reached an age where death no longer has the quality of ghastly surprise

But at three o'clock in the morning, a forgotten package has the same tragic importance as a death sentence, and the cure doesn't work-- and in a real dark night of the soul it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.

but they were frightened at his survivant will, once a will to live, now become a will to die.

Celtic you'll live and Celtic you'll die.

Think of all the fine men we should lose is suicide were not so cowardly

We drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.

The start and unexpected miracle of a night fades out with the lingering death of the last starts and the premature birth of the first newsboys. The flame retreats to some remote and platonic fire; the white heat has gone from the iron and the glow from the coal.

I learned a little of beauty - enough to know that it had nothing to do with truth - and I found, moreover, that there was no great literary tradition; there was only the tradition of the eventful death of every literary tradition....

I have never cared for any men as much as for these who felt the first springs when I did, and saw death ahead, and were reprieved - and who now walk the long stormy summer. It is a generation staunch by inheritance, sophisticated by fact - and rather deeply wise. More than that, what I feel about them is summed up in a line of Willa Cather's: We possess together the precious, the incommunicable past.

Astfel alunecam spre moarte,prin amurgul din care caldura zilei pierea treptat.

He read at wine, he read in bed, He read aloud, had he the breath, His every thought was with the dead, And so he read himself to death.

These dead, he knew them all, their weather-beaten faces with blue flashing eyes, the spare violent bodies, the souls made of new earth in the forest-heavy darkness of the seventeenth century.

BinecuvântaÈ›i sunt morÈ›ii peste care cade ploaia

She had loved him always and just before she died, all unwilling and surprised, his tenderness had burst and surged forward and he had been in love with her. In love with Minna and death together--with the world in which she looked so alone that he wanted to go with her there.

E assim avançámos rumo à morte, pela frescura do crepúsculo

So the men did, and they died.

I tried very hard to die, but I seemed to bear an enchanted life.