Quotes About Death

There's really nothing quite like someone's wanting you dead to make you want to go on living.

Pleasure is continually disappointed, reduced, deflated, in favor of strong, noble values: Truth, Death, Progress, Struggle, Joy, etc. Its victorious rival is Desire: we are always being told about Desire, never about Pleasure.

The birth of the reader must be at the cost of the death of the Author.

A strange thing, he thought, the way the human mind could form false systems of belief and cling to them in the face of the laws of love and the certainty of death.

if we somehow find the courage to go directly into the discomfort - even the discomfort of illness, pain, old age, and death - we might discover something unexpected there.

Hundert gute Gründe, mich auf der Stelle umzubringen 1. Die beste Art, um sicherzugehen, dass ich nicht schon tot bin. 2. Die letzte Volkszählung wird dann nicht mehr stimmen. 3. Unter der Erde wartet man nur noch auf mich, um mit dem Feiern anzufangen. (...)

By the creative act, however, we are able to reach beyond our own death. This is why creativity is so important and why we need to confront the problem of the relationship between creativity and death.

Figuratively speaking, it is the specter of death they are trying to appease—death as the symbol of ultimate separation, aloneness, isolation from other human beings.

Ölümle (insan?n kendi varl???n?n hiçbir yank?s?n? bulamad??? bir dünyayla) yüz yüze gelebilme yetisi (cesareti) geli?menin önko?uludur, insan?n kendi bilincine varmas?n?n ve kendisini bulmas?n?n önko?ulu.

All men have a legend because of death. Humanity wasn't legendary any longer: it was a myth.

They died... Have you ever seen a baby elephant lying on its side, with its trunk inert, gazing at you with eyes in which there seem to have taken refuge all those so highly praised human qualities of which humanity is so largely devoid?

I am very old,' he said gravely. He added, as a matter of course: 'I'm glad to die in Africa.' 'And why?' 'Because this is where mankind began. The cradle of humanity is in Nyasaland. It's been pretty well proved.' 'Odd reason.' 'One dies better at home.' 'Yet another one, I thought, who's trying to find a home on earth.

Ben o kendi can?na k?yanlar?n türünden bir kiÅŸi deÄŸilim, öyle durup dururken ve ölüm bir baÅŸka yerde meÅŸgulken; ilginç deÄŸildim, bir toplu k?y?m ve bir sigara söz konusu deÄŸildi.

The grave doesn't hold any terrors for me, quite the contrary, just as long as I get there in full possession of my faculties.

Il y a des gens, jeune homme, qui tombent tellement amoureux de la vie qu'ils préfèrent mourir plutôt que de renoncer à vivre

You are far too well informed a man to pretend that you don't know what little game you are playing. If you have presentiments of death, it is because of certain wishes. You desire to escape sexual impotence - impotence, in short - and you wish for death to save you from all that. It is one of the virility's favorite ploys.

Ça veut mourir d'amour, dit-elle. Alors, tu devrais te dépêcher. Parce que ça va se mettre à mourir de tous les côtés, et ça ne va pas être d'amour, crois-moi.

Men sometimes die much earlier than they are burried.

O young men that shed your blood with so generous a joy for the starving earth! O heroism of the world! What a harvest for destruction to reap under this splendid summer sun! Young men of all nations, brought into conflict by a common ideal, making enemies of those who should be brothers; all of you, marching to your death, are dear to me.

Ryléiev foi executado aos 31 anos. Aos 36, Bátiuchkov enlouquece. Aos 22 morre Venetínov, e aos 32 Diélvig. Aos 34, Griboiédov é assassinado, Púchkin aos 37 e Liérmontov aos 26. Suas mortes foram caracterizadas mais de uma vez como formas de suicídio. O próprio Maiakóvski comparava seu combate contra a vida cotidiana aos duelos de Púchkin e Liérmontov.

To wish a healthy man to die is the wish from a mind of sickness. To wish an ailing man to die is the wish of the ambitious.

When a Wanderess has been caged, or perched with her wings clipped, She lives like a Stoic, She lives most heroic, smiling with ruby, moistened lips once her cup of Death is welcome sipped.

A glorious death would be in my final breath to take before I die, to hear one final time on my belovèd's mouth the sound of her eternal sigh.

I sat up in the strange bed fearing it had been a dream, afraid I would never see her again. Not because I wanted anything from her, only her presence. The disappearance of the presence of beauty is the most despairing of events on this time-wheel of ours that rolls onward towards death.