Quotes About Death

She appeared to be ageless the type that would continue, unchanging, until she was an old woman when she would suddenly become senile and die

Matamos lo que amamos, lo demas no ha estado vivo nunca.

Eva: La muerte será la prueba de que hemos vivido.

So then Joseph knew that he had no idea how to escape from the darkness closing round him, unless it might be to engineer his own death,...

While he lived, I wished to say to Rosie, you scarcely had a gentle word for him and lived in fear of his drunken rages and other cruelties. But I did not remark out loud upon this, only noting privately to myself that death can work most extraordinary changes to a person's reputation and all that we have wished someone to be while they lived, they become, the moment they are dead.

Making friends with the impersonal necessity of death is an ethical way of installing oneself in life as a transient, slightly wounded visitor.

And, they would still be alive today...If they hadn't died, that is

Absolute silence leads to sadness. It is the image of death.

A feeble body makes a feeble mind. I do not know what doctors cure us of, but I know this: they infect us with very deadly diseases, cowardice, timidity, credulity, the fear of death. What matter if they make the dead walk, we have no need of corpses; they fail to give us men, and it is men we need.

Condemned to death, the Delawares spent the night praying and singing hymns. In the morning, Williamson's men marched over ninety people in pairs into two houses and methodically slaughtered them.

A coisa mais deselegante do mundo é morrer

Those sons of bitches up there are to blame!' Another worker shouted and jumped forward. He shook an angry fist at the blank faces that looked down on the death scene from the offices atop the yard administration. 'Sánchez's work crew had been cut back twice! It's unsafe to work with so few men! You all know that! Yes, someone's to blame, and the blame lies with those bastards that treat us like animals and our rotten union that won't protect us!

Tiger! Tiger! What of the hunting, hunter bold? Brother, the watch was long and cold. What of the quarry ye went to kill? Brother, he crops in the jungle still. Where is the power that made your pride? Brother, it ebbs from my flank and side. Where is the haste that ye hurry by? Brother, I go to my lair—to die.

Rikki-Tikki-Tavi At the hole where he went in Red-Eye called to Wrinkle-Skin. Hear what little Red-Eye saith: Nag, come up and dance with death! Eye to eye and head to head, (Keep the measure, Nag.) This shall end when one is dead; (At thy pleasure, Nag.) Turn for turn and twist for twist-- (Run and hide thee, Nag.) Hah! The hooded Death has missed! (Woe betide thee, Nag!)

Hear what little Red-Eye saith: "Nag, come up and dance with death!

At the hole where he went in Red-Eye called to Wrinkle-Skin. Hear what little Red-Eye saith: "Nag, come up and dance with death!" Eye to eye and head to head,      (Keep the measure, Nag.) This shall end when one is dead;      (At thy pleasure, Nag.) Turn for turn and twist for twist–      (Run and hide thee, Nag.) Hah! The hooded Death has missed!      (Woe betide thee, Nag!)

At the hole where he went in Red-Eye called to Wrinkle-Skin. Hear what little Red-Eye saith: "Nag, come up and dance with death!

Quelle ronde debbono eseguirsi con qualunque tempo e sotto qualunque luce si possano avere lassù all'altezza di undicimila piedi, con la Morte per compagna sotto ogni piede. Rocce lucenti di ghiaccio, dove una scarpa dai chiodi logorati scivola una volta ed una volta sola.

TIGER! TIGER!" What of the hunting, hunter bold? Brother, the watch was long and cold. What of the quarry ye went to kill? Brother, he crops in the jungle still. Where is the power that made your pride? Brother, it ebbs from my flank and side. Where is the haste that ye hurry by? Brother, I go to my lair—to die.

Not though you die to-night, O Sweet, and wail, A spectre at my door, Shall mortal Fear make Love immortal fail -- I shall but love you more, Who, from Death's House returning, give me still One moment's comfort in my matchless ill.

So some of him lived but most of him died. (The Vampire)

Take of English earth as much As either hand may rightly clutch. In the taking of it breathe Prayer for all who lie beneath. Not the great nor well-bespoke, But the mere uncounted folk Of whose life and death is none Report or lamentation. Lay that earth upon thy heart, And thy sickness shall depart!

Mourning can be very selfish. When someone you love has died, you tend to recall best those few moments and incidents that helped clarify your sense, not of the person who has died, but of your own self.

Knowledge of the facts of Bob's life and death changes nothing in the world. Our celebrating his life and grieving over his death, however, will. Good cheer and mournfulness over lives other than our own, even wholly invented lives - no, especially wholly invented lives - deprive the world as it is of some of the greed it needs to continue to be itself. Sabotage and subversion, then, are this book's objectives. Go, my book, and help destroy the world as it is.