Quotes About Death

killed you three times already.

Newt shushed them again. "That's not bloody half of it," he said, then pointed down into the Box. "I think she's dead.

will you stay here? No. Will you go back? You can't. We must, therefore, go on. That's is our only hope. Horror is a feeling that cannot last long; human nature is incapable of supporting it. Poverty, sicknes, and death are evils; but the worst of all evils is unrequited love.

If a man can bridge the gap between life and death, if he can live on after he's dead, then maybe he was a great man.

If a man can bridge the gap between life and death,if he can live after he's died, then maybe he was a great man. Immortality is the only true success.

I think there is only one form of greatness for man. If a man can bridge the gap between life and death. I mean, if he can live on after he has died, then maybe he was a great man. To me the only success, the only greatness, is immortality.

There was nothing in common, in the way he was lying, with any of the positions I had seen him in while he was alive, until I remembered the pose by the river in which I had most wanted to kill him. He now had that same relaxed, enjoying look of belonging anywhere he happened to be, and particularly in the woods.

almost never mentioned by the media, no one was killed by the Fukushima accident and no one has subsequently died as a result of it, unless we add in the suicides of those driven from their homes by an overzealous application of radiation safety rules.

The left one's the hospital, the right one's death. The right one steals your life while the left steals your breath. These hands are bad juju and the bad boogaloo, they're the teeth of the demon as he slides down the flue.

Too many people are thinking of security instead of opportunity. They seem more afraid of life than death.

You love nothing. You are incomplete. The human parts of you are missing. You're as dead as you are deadly.

Everywhere all over Africa and South America ... you see these suburbs springing up. They represent the optimum of what people want. There's a certain sort of logic leading towards these immaculate suburbs. And they're terrifying, because they are the death of the soul ... This is the prison this planet is being turned into.

The Chinese enjoyed the spectacle of death, Jim had decided, as a way of reminding themselves of how precariously they were alive. They liked to be cruel for the same reason, to remind themselves of the vanity of thinking the world was anything else.

Real war was the thousands of Chinese refugees dying of cholera in the sealed stockades at Pootung, and the bloody heads of Communist soldiers mounted on pikes along the Bund. In a real war no one knew which side he was on, and there were no flags or commentators or winners. In a real war there were no enemies.

The gospel of Jesus is not a rational concept to be explained in a theory of salvation, but a story about God's presence in Jesus' solidarity with the oppressed, which led to his death on the cross. What is redemptive is the faith that God snatches victory out of defeat, life out of death, and hope out of despair.

Death is only one way of dying; living partially, living fearfully, is our more common, daily collusion with death.

But now was not the time for second-guessing, nor was it the time for compassion. Now was the time for death, quick and brutal and terrible.

dead at the Waldorf-Astoria's Wedgwood Room, a venue of such high tone that Cole Porter himself descended

I was born to find goblins in their caves / And chase moonlight / To see shadows and seek hidden rivers / To hear the rain fall on dry leaves / And chat a bit with death across foggy nights.

Death has been swallowed up in victory."     ââ'¬Å"Where, O death, is your victory?         Where, O death, is your sting?

Evil? What is that? ...You said you were death itself. Are you evil, then, or are you simply stronger and more awake than others? Who gives more shape to sentient history: the good, who adhere to the tried and true, or those who seek to rouse beings from their stupor and lead them to glory? A storm you are, but a much needed one, to wash away the old and complacent and prune the galaxy of deadweight." -Plagueis

There is a saying in the Neverland that,every time you breathe, a grown-up dies.

To die would be an awfully big adventure.

That is ever the way. 'Tis all jealousy to the bride and good wishes to the corpse.