Quotes About Death

it is the fate of hope to end in disappointment, as it is the fate of light to end in darkness and life in death. They are still worth something while they last.

En la guerra y cuando el combate acaba, si sigues con vida, te pones a cavar. A cavar las tumbas de los camaradas muertos. Se merecen esa postrer muestra de respeto, aunque tal vez no se lo tuvieras en vida. Cavas todo lo hondo que te apetezca, luego los tiras dentro, les echas un poco de tierra encima, ellos se pudren y tú los olvidas. Siempre se ha hecho así.

Hand of iron! Head of iron! Heart of iron!" And he lashed blindly with his sword over the shield wall. "Your death comes, sang the hundred!

But that's what war is. A lot of folk getting killed that don't deserve it.

When the fighting is over you dig, if you're still alive. You dig graves for your dead comrades, A last mark of respect, however little you might have had for them. You dig as deep as you can bothered, you dump then in, you cover them up, they rot away and are forgotten. That's the way it's always been.

Sometimes, when someone lives in danger for too long, the only time they feel alive is when death's breathing on their shoulder.

The Great Leveller," Dogman whispered to himself, since he was in a thoughtful frame of mind. That's what the hillmen call him. Death, that is. He levels all differences. Named Men and nobodies, south or north. He catches everyone in the end, and he treats each man the same.

Perhaps for some men obedience became a habit they could not question. Or perhaps they came to define themselves by their service to a master, and chose to take the short step into death as part of something great, rather than walk the long, hard road of life in insignificance.

Perhaps that was all courage really was. Being so convinced of one's own importance one came to believe death was something only other people need worry about.

The man retreated towards the door. And no doubt to a heroic, pointless death at one breach or another. The most heroic deaths of all were the pointless ones, Cosca had always found.

Could we possibly be from the place we want to be? Were we from the place we died rather than the place we were born? Are our aspirations our home? Maybe we are from that place to which we're bound, and that's why desire hurts so much, this longing to find a place to rest, to get home. We're not from the past, but the future.

And the knowledge of how to stay sane in this rapidly worsening situation can seem hard to come by - as if it's hiding away from our crude, self-obsessed, materialistic culture. Consequently many people live and die without ever knowing such wisdom exists, (though perhaps it was never withheld from those who sincerely sought it).

Tonight we're going to show you eight silent ways to kill a man.

Tonight we're going to show you eight silent ways to kill a man.

It was like wondering how evil had come into the world or what happens to a person after he dies: an interesting philosophical exercise, but also curiously pointless, since evil and death happened, regardless of the why and the how and what-it-meant.

Death isn't the end of your life, you know. Your body is a lock. Death is the key. The key turns... and you're free. To be anywhere. Everywhere. Two places at once. Nowhere. Part of the background hum of the universe.

I didn't know the inner me was hungry," I said to Art. "That's because it already starved to death.

Death is a raw deal for narrative junkies.

There's something horribly unfair about dying in the middle of a good story, before you have a chance to see how it all comes out.

The dead pull the living down.

The dead win when you quit singing and let them take you on down the road with them.

So many have wept for Jesus on His cross. As if no one else has ever suffered as He suffered. As if millions have not shuffled to worse deaths, and died unremembered.

He was as tall as Lincoln and just as dead.

Then Glenn Beck burned to death on his Internet program, right in front of his chalkboard, burned so hot his glasses fused to his face