Quotes About Death

He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness. We must of felt what it is to die, Morrel, that we may appreciate the enjoyments of life.

The ever-new passions which consumed her gave to her life the appearance of those clouds which float in the heavens, reflecting sometimes azure, sometimes fire, sometimes the opaque blackness of the tempest, and which leave no traces upon the earth behind them but devastation and death.

the more men you see die, the easier it becomes to die yourself; and in my opinion, death may be a torture, but it is not an expiation.

What is it? said Jeanne, when Diana was gone; you look rather gloomy. Why, yes. What has happened? Oh, mon Dieu! an accident. To you? Not precisely to me, but to a person who was near me. Who was it? The person I was walking with. M. de Monsoreau? Alas! yes; poor dear man. What has happened to him? I believe he is dead. Dead! cried Jeanne, starting back in horror. Just so. He who was here just now talking… Yes, that is just the cause of his death - he talked too much.

I say that love is a lottery in which he who wins, wins death! You are very fortunate to have lost, believe me, my dear d'Artagnan. And if I have any counsel to give, it is, always lose!

The fowl must have been sought for a long time on the perch, to which it had retired to die of old age. The devil! thought Porthos, this is poor work. I respect old age, but I don't much like it boiled or roasted.

Nu plânge, Maria! zise regele. Ne vom întâlni acolo, sus... Din lumea asta nu te regret decât pe tine. Dac? te-aÈ™ putea lua cu mine aÈ™ fi fericit c? mor. C?l?toria la cer e mult mai frumoas? decât cea din Italia. ?i apoi, mi se pare c? f?r? mine, n-ai s? mai fii fericit?. Te vor face s? suferi... ÎÈ›i va fi frig, vei fi singur?; te vor ucide, draga mea! Asta m? nec?jeÈ™te mai mult decât moartea!

Qu'Est-ce que la mort? Un degré de plus dans le calme et deux peut-être dans le silence.

But tell me," said Beauchamp, "what is life? Is it not a hall in Death's anteroom?

The poison employed by Sainte-Croix has been tried in all the ways, and can defy every experiment. This poison floats in water, it is the superior, and the water obeys it; it escapes in the trial by fire, leaving behind only innocent deposits; in animals it is so skilfully concealed that no one could detect it; all parts of the animal remain healthy and active; even while it is spreading the cause of death, this artificial poison leaves behind the marks and appearance of life.

I have lost all that bound me to life, death smiles and invites me to rest; I die after my own manner, I die exhausted and broken-spirited, as I fall asleep when I have paced three thousand times round my cell. No sooner had this idea taken possession of him than he became more composed, arranged his couch to the best of his power, ate little, and slept less, and found this existence almost supportable, because he felt he could throw it off at will, like a worn-out garment.

Il faut avoir voulu mourir, pour savoir combien il est bon de vivre.

Someday, when the world is much older, and when mankind will be masters of all the destructive powers in nature, to serve for the general good of humanity; when mankind, as you were just saying, have discovered the secrets of death, then that death will become as sweet and voluptuous as a slumber in the arms of your beloved.

Geluk en ongeluk zijn geen absolute grootheden, maar bestaan slechts in verhouding tot elkaar. Men moet hebben willen sterven om te weten hoe goed het leven is.

on the steps of the scaffold death tears off the mask that has been worn through life, and the real visage is disclosed.

prisons have doors, the tomb has none.

Oh, uomo! - mormorò d'Avrigny, - il più egoista di tutti gli animali, la più egocentrica di tutte le creature, che sempre crede che la terra giri, il sole splenda e la morte falci vite soltanto per lui, formica che maledice Dio dall'alto di un filo d'erba!

We must have felt what it is to die, that we may appreciate the enjoyments of life.

So! Isn't it worth one's curiosity to study the different ways that the soul may leave the body and how, according to the character, the temperament, or even the local customs of a country, individuals face up to that supreme journey from being to nothingness? As for me, I can assure you of one thing: the more you have seen others die, the easier it becomes to die oneself. So, in my opinion, death may be a torment, but it is not an expiation.

Dantès had a heart of gold, he called all those people his friends... Poor Edmond! I suppose it's better he never found out; it would have been too hard for him to forgive them as he was dying. And no matter what they say, I'm more afraid of the curse of a dead man than the hatred of a living one.

Don't hope too much, Bertuccio,' said the count. 'The wicked do not die in that way: God seems to take them under his protection to use them as the instruments of his vengeance.

Non esiste al mondo felicità né infelicità, esiste solo il confronto tra una condizione e un'altra, e basta. Solo chi ha provato la sventura estrema è adatto a sentire l'estrema felicità. Bisogna aver voluto morire, Maximilien, per sapere quanto è bello vivere.

He condemned these unknown persecutors to the most horrible tortures he could imagine, but found them all insufficient, because after the torture came death, and after death, if not repose, at least that insensibility that resembles it.

nothing appears impossible to one condemned to die, and miracles appear quite reasonable when his escape from death is concerned.