Quotes About Death

Death is a scandal. The machine is functioning, we are all hostages

Therefore, don't let sinners take courage to think they will be favoured like the thief on the cross for we see on the other side, they may be like the hardened one, and reproach death itself.

Man, as long as he lives, is immortal. One minute before his death he shall be immortal. But one minute later, God wins.

But to me it seemed that one had always been midway the journey of our life, and would be maybe right up until the moment of death.

Society will always be by your side. Society will let you die with no pity. Society is social suicide. Cold or hot in an untold wind, society folds the perfect creases to all four corners of a blanket we all lay under."

Respect for the dead comes second to respect for the living, and I believe no man's demise exempts him from culpability.

Alive she was strikingly pretty. Dead she was so beautiful you could have raised an army to sack Troy just for possession of her casket

So many fear death—spending their precious waking hours discussing it—while failing to notice that deep sleep is no different. It's as if they don't hear Mother Nature telling them not to worry every day.

We are all born wise. Unfortunately, we all don't die that way.

Humanity is as horrified and repulsed by real nature as it is by real death. Thus, we strike back against this formidable opponent with our sharpest weapon: our imagination. From this noble tool—born of necessity and elevated to beauty—culture was born, and the war against nature begun.

If death is perfect enlightenment, life appears to be the perfect opposite.

If divorce is like death, then is not the perpetration of divorce a kind of murder? That is, are we not risking putting ourselves through the same torment—the same sleepless nights, feelings of persecution and guilt, the regret—as one of those pathetic characters from a Dostoevsky novel? It's like you've just struck your wife with a candelabra and now you're looking at her lifeless body on the floor, and suddenly she looks pretty.

inasmuch as a dead rock wants anything—it wants you dead too. So you can go quickly. A landslide can bury you. A lava tube can collapse on you. You can plunge headlong into a crater. A meteoroid can strike your habitat at seventy thousand kilometers per hour. A micrometeorite can bust open your spacesuit. A sudden burst of static electricity can blow

Birth and death are the two states that bracket our lives. One thrusts us crying into consensual reality from the Pleroma and the other ushers us back there at the end of life.

Some wars are unavoidable and need well be fought, but this doesn't erase warfare's waste. Sorry, we must say to the mothers whose son's die horribly. This will never end. Sorry.

Capital punishment kills immediately, whereas lifetime imprisonment does so slowly. Which executioner is more humane? The one who kills you in a few minutes, or the one who wrests your life from you in the course of many years?

That's the whole challenge of life - to act with honor and hope and generosity, no whatter what you've drawn. You can't help when or what you were born, you may not be able to help how you die; but you can - and you should - try to pass the days between as a good man.

Death is terrible, but still more terrible is the feeling that you might live for ever and never die.

It has become customary to say that a man needs only six feet of land. But a corpse needs six feet, not a person.

Darnley, who, like Banquo's ghost, seemed to play a much more effective part in Scottish politics once he was dead than when he was alive.

Kings who become prisoners are not far from death.

Like her marriage, Marie Antoinette's death was a political decision.

According to existential psychotherapist Irvin Yalom: 'Death … itches all the time; it is always with us, scratching at some inner door, whirring softly, barely audibly, just under the membrane of consciousness. Hidden and disguised, leaking out in a variety of symptoms, it is the wellspring of many of our worries, stresses, and conflicts'.

Seneca has a wealth of such reminders: 'Everything is dangerous and deceptive and more changeable than the weather; everything tumbles about and passes at fortune's behest into its opposite; and in all this tumult of human affairs there is nothing we can be sure of except death alone.' Since there is 'no way to know the point where death lies waiting for you, … you must wait for death at every point'.