Quotes About Death

The presence of gods has been enormously comforting as we have continued to dutifully cross the stage of life, going about or daily tasks, yet knowing that Pale Death was waiting in the wings.

a mature understanding of death appears to be one of the last milestones in the cognitive development and evolution of the human brain.

Who killed the girls? The dragon? Or their father?

What a horrible death for those poor, dear, naughty dogs.

Then he pulled out a handgun and shot me in the chest. I was standing on the lawn and I fell. The bullet hole opened wide and my heart rolled out of my rib cage and down into a flower bed. Blood gushed rhythmically from my open wound,

Scavenger birds peck at the oozing matter that leaks from my crushed skull.

Then he pulled out a handgun and shot me in the chest. I was standing on the lawn and I fell. The bullet hole opened wide and my heart rolled out of my rib cage and down into a flower bed.

Every word affords me pain. Yet how sweet it would be if I could hear what the flowers have to say about death!

Io amo la Morte... non per morbosità, ma perché spiega. Mi mostra la vanità del Denaro. Morte e Denaro sono gli eterni nemici. Non Morte e Vita. Non importa quello che c'è dietro la Morte, signor Bast, ma stia certo che il poeta, il musicista e il vagabondo saranno in essa più felici dell'uomo che non ha mai imparato a dire: io sono io.

Someone dying asks if there is life after death. Yes, comes the answer, only not yours.

El abismo de dos mundos incomunicables se abre entre el hombre que tiene el sentimiento de la muerte y el que no lo tiene; sin embargo, los dos mueren; pero uno ignora su muerte, el otro la sabe; el uno no muere más que un instante, el otro no cesa de morir…

I have almost completed a long novel, but it is unpublishable until my death and England's.

People have their own deaths as well as their own lives, and even if there is nothing beyond death, we shall differ in our nothingness.

She had not died there. A funeral is not death, any more than baptism is birth or marriage union. All three are the clumsy devices, coming now too late, now too early, by which society would measure the quick motions of man.

Death destroys a man, but the idea of death saves him—that is the best account of it that has been yet given. Squalor and tragedy can beckon to all that is great in us; and strengthen the wings of love.

By God, if you'd split on me to Mr Ducie, I'd have broken you. It might have cost me hundreds, but I've got them, and the police always back my sort against yours. You don't know. We'd have got you into quod, for blackmail, after which — I'd have blown out my brains.' 'Killed yourself? Death?' 'I should have known by that time that I loved you. Too late . . . everything's always too late.

Can what they call civilization be right, if people mayn't die in the room where they were born?

Sei que morrerei um dia e não quero morrer, nem quero que tu morras. Se algum de nós partir, não resta nada para ambos. Não sei se chamas a isso puro e imaculado. - Sim, chamo. - Nesse caso, prefiro ser sujo - disse Maurice, após uma pausa.

She had thought so much about this baby, of its welfare, its soul, its morals, its probable defects. But, like most unmarried people, she had only thought of it as a word — just as the healthy man only thinks of the word death, not of death itself. The real thing, lying asleep on a dirty rug, disconcerted her.

Death destroys a man, but the idea of death saves him — that is the best account of it that has yet been given. Squalor and tragedy can beckon to all that is great in us, and strengthen the wings of love. They can beckon; it is not certain that they will, for they are not love's servants. But they can beckon, and the knowledge of this incredible truth comforted him.

It is easy to say shocking things: it is so different to be connected with anything shocking. Life and death were not involved, but comfort and discomfort were.

Jesus] is the event of the unity of life and death for the sake of life. Thus he is the event of a still greater selflessness in the midst of such great selfrelatedness. That is how he is God.

Captain America: Damn you, you fool! Hasn't there been enough death today? Colonel Karpov: You do not understand...you cannot. You and the Germans, you have your super-soldiers...your secret weapons...But we Russians...we have nothing but our winter.

I had a philosophy instructor at the U of I say that the only question that mattered in all of philosophy was Verlaine's "Why are we born to suffer and die?