Quotes About Death

Everyone else who was ever born into the world, came into it to live; our Lord came into it to die.

Death was such a mystery. The complete disappearance of something as complex and miraculous as a living, breathing human being had always been beyond her comprehension.

I want to die peacefully in my sleep like my grandfather, not screaming like the passengers in his car.

y el gozo que le produjo esa mujer, le había permitido entender por que los hombres tenían miedo a la muerte CIEN AÑOS DE SOLEDAD

Arcadio found the formality of death rediculous. Death really did not matter to him but life did, and therefore the sensation he felt when they gave their decision was not a feeling of fear but of nostalgia.

Fiecare e st?pân pe propria-i moarte, iar singurul lucru pe care-l putem face, odat? sosit ceasul,este s?-i ajut?m pe oameni s? moar? f?r? team? È™i dureri.

Aureliano Secondo tornò nella casa coi suoi bauli, convinto che non soltanto Ursula, ma anche tutti gli abitanti di Macondo stavano aspettando che spiovesse per morire. Li aveva visti, passando, seduti nei salotti con lo sguardo assorto e le braccia incrociate, intenti a sentir trascorrere un tempo intero, un tempo non domato, perchè era inutile dividerlo in mesi e in anni, e i giorni in ore, se non si poteva far altro che contemplare la pioggia

Time is like a well whose shaft goes down to death - to my death - to my perdition. The gulf of time: how I shudder to look down on time! My death is at its bottom and its dank breath mounts up and chills me.

La muerta del Creador implica finalmente la muerte del creador. Lo cual no impide que Michel Foucault y Jacques Derrida firmen como autores de sus libros...

And I though about people all over the world, having panic attacks. We all must, right? Even those with the soundest of mind must come face to face, sometimes, with the fact that we will die one day. What varies is how we cope with it.

She likes me. The shock of it sent a jolt of wild joy through him that stole his breath and robbed him momentarily of his common sense. He, Blade, who stared down cutthroat thugs in the meanest streets of the city, who laughed at death and snapped his fingers in the hangman's face, found himself nervous and jumpy in the presence of a pretty girl. How utterly stupid. He felt like an ass. He didn't care.

Your mother was beautiful." His voice was regretful. "I'm sorry she's dead.

If the Earth were not subject to any change I would consider the Earth a big but useless body in universe, paralyzed...superfluous and unnatural.Those who so exalt incorruptibility, unchangeability and the like, are, I think, reduced to saying such things both because of inordinate desire they have to live for a long time and because of the terror they have of death...they do not realize that if men were immortal, they would have never come into the world.

Is there a mechanism of death, that so mutilates existence no one, gets over it not even the dead?

My tongue goes to the Secretary of the Dead to tell the corpses, I'm sorry, fellows, the killing was just one of those things difficult to pre-visualize - like a cow, say, getting hit by lightning.

Lo único que me duele de morir, es que no sea de amor.

The omicron variant has so far turned out to be everything Anthony Fauci said it wouldn't be. It has not been the winter of death and destruction that Joe Biden predicted - far from it. The omicron variant is mild.

I didn't get to go to prom; I was filming a death scene on my prom night. But I got to go to all the homecomings, and even the winter formals I got to go to, but the only thing I missed was the prom, but everything else was great.

We seem wired to grieve with greenery. Allowing the dead to dissolve into the earth, to become part of the cycle of the seasons, has, for millennia, held the promise of cheating mortality.

Your dear baby has died innocent and blameless, and has been called away by an all wise and merciful Creator, most probably from a life to misery and misfortune, and most certainly to one of happiness and bliss.

Let's get right to it: On page 5 of Paul Murray's dazzling new novel, 'Skippy Dies,'... Skippy dies. If killing your protagonist with more than 600 pages to go sounds audacious, it's nothing compared with the literary feats Murray pulls off in this hilarious, moving and wise book.

Death never takes the wise man by surprise, he is always ready to go.

I joyfully hasten to meet death. If it come before I have had opportunity to develop all my artistic faculties, it will come, my hard fate notwithstanding, too soon, and I should probably wish it later - yet even then I shall be happy, for will it not deliver me from a state of endless suffering?

My mortal foe can no ways wish me a greater harm than England's hate; neither should death be less welcome unto me than such a mishap betide me.