Quotes About Death

We have to realize that we are as deeply afraid to live and to love as we are to die.

Death has dominion because it is not only the start of nothing but the end of everything, and how we think and talk about dying - the emphasis we put on dying with 'dignity' - shows how important it is that life ends appropriately , that death keeps faith with the way we have lived it.

Dr. Fauci told the president that even with aggressive action across the country, the American death toll could reach 200,000

our baptism proclaims that we need not be haunted by death, since, in a sense, we have already died. In the book of Romans, Paul says, Do you not know that all of us who have been baptized into Christ Jesus were baptized into his death? Therefore we have been buried with him by baptism into death, so that, just as Christ was raised from the dead by the glory of the Father, so we too might walk in newness of life. (Rom. 6:3-4)

Just laying there in bed is like waiting for death and doing nothing about it.

El toro impávido ante la lengua de los muertos / la muerte derramada bajo los cascos implacables / la impiedad del caballo entre el dolor de las lámparas / y el amor mío por el sueño / deslumbrado de pronto / por el remordimiento. (Descubrimiento del Guernica)

the first law enforcement death in the United States—like so many that came later—involved complex elements of race and arose out of conflict between the haves and the have-nots.

La vida es una maldita enfermedad que a todos nos acaba matando.

Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.

I've been told by a couple of knowledgeable elders that you should not wear red at a funeral, or for a year after someone close to you dies. Red is the fire, the doorway to the spirit world. Who knows how long until they are done walking. When the dead see flashes of red as they pass on their journey, they are confused. They think a door is opening and it distracts them from their task, which is to reach a place where we are nothing to them.

In The Sentence, books are matters of life and death, and readers reach through unknowable realms to maintain some connection to the written word. So with the bookstore.

She was just glad he hadn't come back to life, which did make her sad. How sad it was not to be sad.

How come we've got these bodies? They are frail supports for what we feel. There are times I get so hemmed in by my arms and legs. I look forward to getting past them. As though death will set me free like a traveling cloud. I'll get past the ragged leaves that dead bum of my youth looked into. I'll be out there as a piece of the endless body of the world feeling pleasures so much larger than skin and bones and blood.

An individual who drinks himself into a state of stuporous sickness runs the risk of succumbing to accidental death.

In fact, there is no question that a number of people of all ages lost their lives on account of this house.

Why do I long to be devoured and to forget in life rather than in death? What is the difference?

Awee, said Mooshum. A happy death. And a noble lover for you, Ignatia, as he satisfied you even from the other side. I wish to die that way, but who will give me the chance?

The Death of the Heart

And although the mourners well hid their irritation, it was inevitable that there were some who were impatient. If you are dead, stay dead, someone muttered.

At last I passed along Olga Tokarczuk's Drive Your Plow over the Bones of the Dead

Death. That was its name. That's what she dealt with and she knew it, dreaded it, hated death's intimacy and the strange greed with which it pursued every living thing. Agnes screamed, bent her fingers into wire hangers around the mange-bald throat, locked her knees, squeezed harder, harder, harder, until the dog yelped, gave up, and disappeared.

Je vis, je meurs ; je me brûle et me noie ; J'ai chaud extrême en endurant froidure

C'est peut-être ça qu'on cherche à travers les vie, rien que cela, le plus grand chagrin possible pour devenir soi-même avant de mourir.

And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn't enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death agony. The truth is death. You have to choose: death or lies. I've never been able to kill myself.