Quotes About Death

Again, she may have made the equation that sexual involvement was inextricably linked with death.

war was a dangerous business, and those who escaped death at the hands of the enemy often perished as a result of the dysentery and disease that could decimate armies.

he threw up his hands and wrote the Universe dont exist and died to prove it

who journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who came back to Denver & waited in vain, who watched over Denver & brooded and loned in Denver and finally went away to find out the Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes

Television concentrates its blue flicker of death in the frontal lobe

with my fucking suave manners and knowitall, eyes, and mind full of fantasy - the Me! that horror that keeps me conscious, in this Hell of Birth & Death

Banks burn, boys die bullet-eyed, mothers scream realization the vast tonnage of napalm

Money has reckoned the soul of America  Congress broken thru to the precipice of Eternity  the president built a War machine which will vomit and rear up Russia out of Kansas  The American Century betrayed by a mad Senate which no longer sleeps with its wife - Death to Van Gogh's Ear!

Money! Money! Money! shrieking mad celestial money of illusion! Money made of nothing, starvation, suicide! Money of failure! Money of death! Money against Eternity! and eternity's strong mills grind out vast paper of Illusion!

Death which is the mother of the universe!—Now wear your nakedness forever, white flowers in your hair, your marriage sealed behind the sky—no revolution might destroy that maidenhood

the madman bum and angel beat in Time, unknown, yet putting down here what might be left to say in time come after death, and rose reincarnate in the ghostly clothes of jazz in the goldhorn shadow of the band and blew the suffering of America's naked mind for love into an eli eli lamma lamma sabacthani saxophone cry that shivered the cities down to the last radio with the absolute heart of the poem of life butchered out of their own bodies good to eat a thousand years.

with your eyes/with your Death full of Flowers.

who drove crosscountry seventytwo hours to find out if I had a vision or you had a vision or he had a vision to find out Eternity, who journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who came back to Denver & waited in vain, who watched over Denver & brooded & loned in Denver and finally went away to find out the Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes

The message of Microbe Hunters was clear: Great men like Pasteur, Reed, Theobald Smith, and Paul Ehrlich were a rare breed. But for all their skill, training, and dogged pursuit of that deadly microbe or magical elixir, their mission was infinitely complex, the challenges multifaceted, and the trail of disease and death a daily occurrence.

I suspected that I would reach the end only at my own death, and was fascinated by the idea that I was another character in the story, and that I had the power to determine my fate, or invent a life for myself.

Yo pensaba: sí, sí, tonta, muérete y verás. Y se murió, mira por donde. El listo al hoyo y la tonta al bollo...

Un animal rabioso que nos ataca produce terror. Un hombre que nos persigue, nos aterra. Una habitación vacía, una calle vacía, la nada que sigue a nuestra muerte o la muerte de quienes amamos, nos angustía, no hay objeto, no hay nada; angustia.

The living have pleasures the dead know nothing of.

Good-bye -- if you hear of my being stood up against a stone wall and shot to rags please know that I think that a pretty good way to depart this life. It beats old age, disease or falling down the cellar stairs.

Immortality: A toy which people cry for, And on their knees apply for, Dispute, contend and lie for, And if allowed Would be right proud Eternally to die for.

Epitaph, n. An inscription on a tomb, showing that virtues acquired by death have a retroactive effect.

Achievement is the death of endeavor and the birth of disgust.

Death is a dignitary who when he comes announced is to be received with formal manifestations of respect, even by those most familiar with him. In the code of military etiquette silence and fixity are forms of deference.

Good-bye — if you hear of my being stood up against a Mexican stone wall and shot to rags please know that I think that a pretty good way to depart this life. It beats old age, disease, or falling down the cellar stairs. To be a Gringo in Mexico — ah, that is euthanasia.