Quotes About Death

Quem sabia que o amor poderia matar?

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Death's success rate has been 100% so far, yet we still choose to call it a mystery.

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There are two kinds of death," he says, the clouds of his breath plunging out into the cold. "You can fight like a lion. Or you can go as easy as lifting a hair from a cup of milk.

I'm only alive because I have not yet died.

Men lie injured and dying between the old headstones: Macedonians, Albanians, Wallachians, Serbians, some in so much agony that they seem reduced to something less than human, as though pain were a leveling wave, a mortar troweled over everything that person once was.

Cold demanded a sharper, simpler view of things: in those temperatures death hovered at the margins, offering clarity, providing precision. But it blurred things, too: the border between dreams and wakefulness, the way it pulled life from fingers and toes, and released them reluctantly, temporarily. The way the wind came, like news from another, more tenuous world, and stirred the trees.

The bereaved must understand that should they cross paths with a vukodlak, this shell is not their beloved. Only the flesh has been reanimated; the soul, it is presumed, is safe with God.

Death can seem so final, like a blade dropped through the neck. But the nature of death is not at all final. It is not some dark cliff off which we leap. I hope to show you it is merely a fog, something we can peer into and out of, something we can know and face and not necessarily fear. By each life taken from our collective lives we are diminished. But even in death we have much to celebrate. It is only a transition, like so many others.

Every cell in a dying body winks out at its own pace.

At times he thought he was a wolf and at times he thought he was dead.

They want to hear that their kids will take over their world. No one wants to hear that the future is already determined. Death's success rate has been 100% so far, yet we still choose to call it a mystery.

Death's success rate has been 100% so far, yet we still choose to call it a mystery.

He was about twenty-six when he died

Caesar was cremated on the spot.

Hirtius rode into Antony's camp and was struck down and killed fighting around the commander's tent.

one man humbly asked to be given a proper burial

offered his life for his son's, and was executed. The son then committed suicide. Octavian watched them both die.

The sage's point was that life was uncertain and no one should be counted happy till the day of his death.

Augustus' signet ring was removed from his finger. His eyes were closed.

Augustus' body was laid on a pyre in the ustrinum, or crematorium, next to the mausoleum.

we have learned from them the beginnings of life and have gained the power not only to live happily but also to die with a better hope.

Livia died in A.D. 29 at the considerable age of eighty-six.