Quotes About Death

eagle on her own bed, staring up at the ceiling with sightless blue eyes. Pretty features appearing nearly peaceful as her shoulder-length brown hair pooled softly upon a stark white pillow.

died of a seizure — some said brought on by rage

his lips as the pathetic creature tied to the tree watched in horror. "Oh, yes, they definitely want Ryan Carlyle dead tonight," he said, flicking his lighter to the end of his Marlboro and cupping his hand around the tip. The thin paper and tobacco ignited in a flare. He drew in deeply, tasting the smoke, feeling it curl as it filled his lungs.

So here I am, alone." "You're not alone." "When you're facing death, you're alone." I grab Jenna by the shoulders. "Here's a news flash for you. We all face death. We all walk alone. The only difference is most of us don't know how close we are to it until it's too late.

Yes. He knows I'm dying, but he can't really accept it and he'll be all alone when I'm gone. Can't you help him?

War was eternal, but so was peace. Death was eternal, but so was life. Darkness was eternal, but so was light. Hate was eternal, but above all, so was love.

È facile saper vivere. Grande saper morire. It is easy to know how to live. Heroic to know how to die. —Arrigo Paladini

My argument will have to be that the plaintiff, who's dead, wasn't going to earn that much, because, after all, he wasn't good enough to earn a promotion. And as far as pain and suffering, don't pay him for that because he died within a year, so he didn't suffer that long.

It's funny, all the fussing and the fighting, the things that matter so much in life, all come to nothing, in death.

Who can name a death that was not tragic?" the speaker asks. "Is there a way for us to find meaning in the losses we've suffered? Who can say that one soul has a heavier grievance than another? We were all victims. We need to forgive each other." Remember? Yes. Forgive? No.

When in the world did anyone die from a dream?

Everyone knows that part of the spirit descends to the afterworld, while part of it remains with the family, but we have a special belief about the spirit of a young woman who has died before her marriage that goes contrary to this. She comes back to prey upon other unmarried girls--not to scare them but to take them to the afterworld with her so she might have company.

Every woman who enters the sea carries a coffin on her back," she warned the gathering. "In this world, in the undersea world, we tow the burdens of a hard life. We are crossing between life and death every day.

It may be that the numinous spirit of the written word does not perish and so, too, bestows life after death.

The fear of death was a powerful aphrodisiac.

It's a Sun and Moon truth that if a husband sees his wife give birth, he might die from it.

There is no life without death. This is the true meaning of yin and yang.

When someone we love dies suddenly and tragically, it's like seeing the curvature of the earth. You always knew it was round, a contained sphere floating in space. But when you see the bend in the horizon line, it changes your perspective on everything else.

there is nothing certain in life but death. We may labour under the delusion that we know what the day ahead of us holds, what the hour holds. But we do not. We may think our death, our very certain death, is something distant and remote, an island we might never visit. But for some of us, its right here, waiting.

there is nothing certain in life but death. We may labor under the delusion that we know what the day ahead of us holds, what the hour holds. But we don't. We may think that our death—our very certain death—is something distant and remote, an island we might never visit. But for some of us, it's right here, waiting. Just pay attention. You can feel its breath on your neck. I am the agent of uncertainty.

But really it's a reminder that every moment is precious, and that nothing matters as much as you think it does. Because death is certain, its time uncertain.

All this time, she'd wondered how she could live knowing what darkness awaited. With Shawn, she realized all of it, light and dark, life and death, was one terrible, beautiful mingle, and that the whole point was to just live well, while you could.

Sarah's death and how it haunted you, how you were swallowed by your guilt. But your mother was at least partially responsible for how you handled that situation as well. Let's not forget that you were just a kid. With the right guidance, you might have come through that incident better." Jones

I mean, there's not much to it. You're born, you're loved, you die. Where's the excitement, the drama? Where are the blow-out fights, the tentative makeups? The estrangements? The seething bitterness? The dysfunction?