Quotes About Death

Are you sure were not dead? I really fucking hope not.

I killed her once and died for her many times

Life isn't just fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all. -William Goldman

You thought you had the choice to stay still or move forward, but your didn't. As long as your heart kept pumping an your blood kept blowing and your lungs kept filling, you didn't. The pang she felt for Tibby carried something like envy. You couldn't stand still for anything short of death, and God knew she had tried.

They were here all at once, but not together. Survival took self-absorption, and it made them strangers with nothing to do and no way to relate. Emergencies gave you a shape and a plot to take part in, while death was no story at all. It left you nothing.

The world was full of death, full of sadness, full of people, full of people too broken to lean on.

Toda su vida desde que Bailey había muerto le parecía de pronto como el vagabundeo lejano de un amnésico, lleno de confusión y olvido.

Bridget wondered whether it all came down to the claustrophobic choice between dying beautiful or living ugly.

no one really believes in the future, do they? It's like believing in your own death. You can't do it.

Oh mighty King, you, who are so powerful you can take hundreds of thousands of lives at your whim. Show me how powerful you really are-give back just one life you've taken. Asoka (pg 82).

Without death, the influence of faith-based religion is unthinkable. Clearly, the fact of death is intolerable to us, and faith is little more than the shadow cast by our hope for a better life beyond the grave.

What, after all, is the punishment for taking the Lord's name in vain? It happens to be death (Leviticus 24:16). What is the punishment for working on the Sabbath? Also death (Exodus 31:15). What is the punishment for cursing one's father or mother? Death again (Exodus 21:17). What is the punishment for adultery?

God is both infinitely powerful and infinitely just. Why not, then, delight in the death throes of a sinful world?

If a Muslim renounces Islam, even if a new convert reverts to his previous faith, the penalty is death.

literal reading of the Old Testament not only permits but requires heretics to be put to death.

Give people divergent, irreconcilable, and untestable notions about what happens after death, and then oblige them to live together with limited resources. The result is just what we see: an unending cycle of murder and cease-fire. If history reveals any categorical truth, it is that an insufficient taste for evidence regularly brings out the worst in us. Add weapons of mass destruction to this diabolical clockwork, and you have found a recipe for the fall of civilization.

ALTHOUGH many things can be said in criticism of religious faith, there is no discounting its power. Millions among us, even now, are quite willing to die for our unjustified beliefs, and millions more, it seems, are willing to kill for them.

We all nurture impulses which promise freedom from the demands of others, even if that freedom means death.

I nibbled on the edge—it tasted like a piece of bologna that had met a violent death and been embalmed.

Death is the period at the end of a sentence. Someone gone, but still out there, is an ellipsis...or a question to be answered.

It feels like I have a raging fever, like my insides are melting. This must be what it feels like the moment before you die.

Ling, my soul you sting, in pain I sing, my coffin you bring.

The certainty that life cannot be long, and the probability that it will be much shorter than nature allows, ought to awaken every man to the active prosecution of whatever he is desirous to perform. It is true, that no diligence can ascertain success; death may intercept the swiftest career; but he who is cut off in the execution of an honest undertaking has at least the honour of falling in his rank, and has fought the battle, though he missed the victory.

If the changes that we fear be thus irresistible, what remains but to acquiesce with silence, as in the other insurmountable distresses of humanity? It remains that we retard what we cannot repel, that we palliate what we cannot cure. Life may be lengthened by care, though death cannot be ultimately defeated: tongues, like governments, have a natural tendency to degeneration; we have long preserved our constitution, let us make some struggles for our language.