Quotes About Death

It would appear that what is required is a kind of cultural ego death, more profoundly shattering (a word that many abductees use when they acknowledge the actuality of their experiences) than the Copernican revolution which demonstrated that the earth, and therefore humankind, did not reside at the center of the cosmos.

The most dangerous man on earth is the man who has reckoned with his own death. All men die; few men ever really live.

For without belittling the courage with which men have died, we should not forget those acts of courage with which men have lived.

YaÅŸamak yeterince zor, ölmekse büyük iÅŸti.

all of us were here for a little while, and then we were somewhere else; we were not alive at all; we approached living, but we never achieved it. We are going to die. Everybody was going to die.

Living was hard enough. Dying was a supreme task.

Resucitan los muertos? Los libros dicen que no, la noche grita que sí

Are the dead restored? The books say no, the night shouts yes

so let the earthquake come, let it bury me and my sins, so who the hell cares? No good to God or man, die one way or another, a quake or a hanging, it didn't matter why or when or how.

So what's the use of repentence, and what do you care for goodness, and what if you should die in a quake, so who the hell cares? So I walked downtown, so these were the high buildings, so let the earthquake come, let it bury me and my sins, so who the hell cares? No good to God or man, die one way or another, a quake or a hanging, it didn't matter why or when or how.

I was a coward. I said it aloud to myself: you are a coward. I didn't care. It was better to be a live coward than a dead madman.

The desert was always there, a patient white animal, waiting for men to die, for civilizations to flicker and pass into the darkness.

Are the dead restored? The books say no, the night shouts yes. I am twenty, I have reached the age of reason

Ama o ölüyor." "Kim ölmüyor ki?

So what's the use of repentance, and what do you care for goodness, and what if you should die in a quake, so who the hell cares? So I walked downtown, so these were the high buildings, so let the earthquake come, let it bury me and my sins, so who the hell cares? No good to God or man, die one way or another, a quake or a hanging, it didn't matter why or when or how.

Empires, like adolescents, think they'll live forever. In geopolitics, as in biology, expiration dates are never visible. As a result, it can be hard to distinguish growing pains from death rattles. When the end comes, it's always a shock.

The surface causes of Adams's anxieties are not difficult to discern. Every activist knew the penalty for treason. Every congressman knew that prison, perhaps death, would be his reward if the American rebellion failed.

You never know what's hit you. A gunshot is the perfect way. (When asked how he would choose to die)

Do you have a death wish?" he asked. Will grinned at him. I'm just relying on your judgment," he replied. "I can't keep track of everything in my head.

Evanlyn smiled grimly as she thought how once she might have objected to the cruelty of the bird's death. Now, all she felt was a sense of satisfaction as she realized that they would eat well today. Amazing how an empty belly could change your perspective, she thought.

He'd just have to lie there and die, watched over by strange stars who didn't know him, didn't care for him. It was very sad, really.

What do you mean, Araluen? Death?" Halt made a careless gesture. "The usual, I suppose: the sudden cessation of life. The end of it all. Departure for a happier place. Or oblivion, depending upon your personal beliefs.

Evanlyn opened her mouth to scream. But the horror of the moment froze the sound in her throat and she crouched, openmouthed, as death approached her. It was odd, she thought, that they had dragged her here, left her overnight and then decided to kill her. It seem such a pointless way to die.

Evanlyn opende haar mond om te schreeuwen... Vreemd, dacht ze, dat ze haar helemaal hierheen hadden gebracht, haar de nacht aan een boom hadden vastgebonden, en haar nu zouden doden. Wat een zinloze manier om dood te gaan.