Quotes About Death

A morte não mais me causa medo. O que ela me dá é uma imensa tristeza.

Ah! A vida é bela! O mundo é belo! É por isso que toda despedida é triste. E é isso que eu sinto: que a morte é uma saudade sem remédio.

momentos de amor leve com as pessoas que amo, e uma infinidade de cenas, como se fossem fotografias, que ficaram gravadas na minha memória. Quando eu morrer, vão se perder. Mas não quero que se percam. Tenho de dá-las para alguém que tome conta delas. Aí me vem a aflição por escrever. Quando escrevo, estou lutando contra a morte. A morte das coisas que o meu amor ajuntou e que vão se perder quando eu morrer.

Death is simple, but my evasions are complex.

I could not look on Death, which being known,Men led me to him, blindfold and alone.

When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains,And the women come out to cut up what remains,Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brainsAn' go to your Gawd like a soldier.

My feelings about my mortality are less selfish than they used to be. I used to affect a cavalier attitude to death now I see it from my son's perspective.

The author of the Satanic Verses book [Salman Rushdie], which is against Islam, the Prophet, and the Koran, and all those involved in its publication who were aware of its content, are sentenced to death. I ask all Moslems to execute them wherever they find them.

Before death takes away what you are given, give away what there is to give.

Pure has become impure, Impure has now become pure. Good has now become bad, Bad has become evil. For one to live is to die, for one to die is to live. -Kikyo

If he were alive, she might come to see his flaws...but a dead man is perfect.

They say that the Dead die not, but remain Near to the rich heirs of their grief and mirth. I think they ride the calm mid-heaven, as these, In wise majestic melancholy train, And watch the moon, and the still-raging seas, And men, coming and going on the earth.

Tenderly, day that I have loved, I close your eyes, And smooth your quiet brow, and fold your thin dead hands. The grey veils of the half-light deepen; colour dies. I bear you, a light burden, to the shrouded sands, Where lies your waiting boat, by wreaths of the sea's making Mist-garlanded, with all grey weeds of the water crowned. There you'll be laid, past fear of sleep or hope of waking; And over the unmoving sea, without a sound.

If I should die, think only this of me:That there's some corner of a foreign fieldThat is forever England.

I thought when love for you died, I should die. It's dead. Alone, most strangely, I live on.

Blow out, you bugles, over the rich dead!There's none of these so lonely and poor of old,But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold.

When a man dies from a bullet entering his chest, it's a homicide. When a man dies from a meteorite landing on his head, it's a tragedy. Don't use bullets. Use meteorites Don't commit a homicide. Commit a Tragedy. -Guy McMaster

When a man dies from a bullet entering his chest, it's a homicide. When a man dies from a meteorite landing on his head, it's a tragedy. Don't use bullets. Use meteorites. Don't commit a homicide. Commit a tragedy. -Guy McMaster

The fig tree had dropped its fruit all over the ground. Ripe figs lay in the dust, exploded, bloody, as if the sky had rained organs.

The message that President Obama delivered in his speech at Notre Dame was: morality is immoral. Pro-life is the extremist position, not a moral position. Yet we should compromise and work to reduce abortions. Where's the compromise between life and death - and why work to reduce the number of them occurring if there's nothing wrong with them?

Until death comes, all is life.

Death moves about at random, without discriminating between the innocent and the evil, the poor and the rich. The only difference is that the poor usually handle it better.

And until death comes, all is life.

Death moves about at random, without discriminating between the innocent and the evil, the poor and the rich.