Quotes About Death

Most people don't die until the last moment; others start twenty years in advance, sometimes more. Those are the unfortunates.

Travel is very useful and it exercises the imagination. All the rest is disappointment and fatigue. Our own journey is entirely imaginary. That is its strength. It goes from life to death. People, animals, cities, things, all are imagined. It's a novel, simply a fictitious narrative.

Travel is useful, it exercises the imagination. All the rest is disappointment and fatigue. Our journey is entirely imaginary. That is its strength. It goes from life to death. People, animals, cities, things, all are imagined. It's a novel, just a fictitious narrative. Littre says so and he's never wrong. And besides, in the first place, anyone can do as much. You just have to close your eyes. It's on the other side of life.

La plupart des gens ne meurent qu'au dernier moment ; d'autres commencent et s'y prennent vingt ans d'avance et parfois davantage.

Dreams rise in the darkness and catch fire from the mirage of moving light. What happens on the screen isn't quite real; it leaves open a vague cloudy space for the poor, for dreams and the dead. Hurry hurry, cram yourself full of dreams to carry you through the life that's waiting for you outside, when you leave here, to help you last a few days more in that nightmare of things and people. Among the dreams, choose the ones most likely to warm your soul.

la vérité, c'est une agonie qui n'en finit pas. La vérité de ce monde, c'est la mort. Il faut choisir, mourir ou mentir. Je n'ai jamais pu me tuer moi

Death after all is only a matter of a few hours, a few minutes, but a pension is like poverty, it lasts a whole lifetime. Rich people are drunk in a different way, they can't understand this frenzy about security. Being rich is another kind of drunkenness, the forgetful kind. That, in fact, is the whole point of getting rich: to forget.

The truth is an endless death agony. The truth is death.

Our youth has gone to the ends of the earth to die in the silence of the truth. 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.

Hiçbir ÅŸey aç?klanamaz. Dünyan?n tek bildiÄŸi ÅŸey uyurken bir o yana bir bu yana dönen biri gibi sizi öldürmektir, dünya uyurken üstünüze aband???nda, uyuyan birinin pireleri ezdiÄŸi gibi. Böylesine bir ölüm pek ahmakça olurdu, diye düÅŸündüm, herkes gibi yani. Ä°nsanlara güvenmek demek kendini az?c?k öldürtmekle eÅŸdeÄŸerdir.

At the bottom of all music you have to hear the tune without notes, made just for us, the tune of Death.

Il est mort, tue qu il a ete, quelque temps plus tard, en sortant d un village qu on avait pris pour un autre, par des Français qui nous avaient pris pour des autres.

On a bien le droit d'avoir une opinion sur sa propre mort.

Quand on a pas d'imagination, mourir c'est peu de choses, quand on en a, mourir c'est trop.

In this business of getting killed, it's no use being picky and choosy…You've got to act as if life were going on, and that lie is the hardest part of it.

Our youth has gone to the ends of the earth to die in the silence of the truth.

La plupart des gens ne meurent qu'au dernier moment ; d'autres commencent et s'y prennent vingt ans d'avance et parfois davantage.

They die of love—inside. After

A poor man in this world can be done to death in two main ways, by the absolute indifference of his fellows in peacetime or by their homicidal mania when there's a war.

It's hard to get animals to reproduce in a zoo, but people, even condemned to death, even hunted by Leclerc's army, with the woods full of Fifis and the whole R.A.F on top of them thundering day and night, don't lose their desire to squirt! not in the least...

Les vivants qu'on égare dans les cryptes du temps dorment si bien avec les morts qu'une même ombre les confond déjà.

Être brave avec son corps ? Demandez alors à l'asticot aussi d'être brave, il est rose et pâle et mou, tout comme nous.

Zemlja je mrtva... A mi smo samo crvi na njoj, crvi na njenom velikom lešu, koji sve vreme žderu njena creva i njene otrove... Ništa ne može da bude od nas. Truli smo od ro?enja... I eto, tako je to!

Viaggiare, è proprio utile, fa lavorare l'immaginazione. Tutto il resto è delusione e fatica. Il viaggio che ci è dato è interamente immaginario. Ecco la sua forza. Va dalla vita alla morte. Uomini, bestie, città e cose, è tutto inventato. E' un romanzo, nient'altro che una storia fittizia. Lo dice Littrè, lui non sbaglia mai. E poi in ogni caso, tutti possono fare altrettanto. Basta chiudere gli occhi. E' dall'altra parte della vita.