Quotes About Death

The idea that there might be an afterlife horrified Connie. She had a hard enough time with this one. What if death was a big garbage bag where the body went, but the mind was left to hang on forever, suspended with its thoughts? That was Connie's idea of hell.

But there is this: Both with the discovery of David's illness, and then again with his death, it was William I called first. I think—but I don't remember—that I must have said something like "Oh William, help me." Because he did. He got my husband to a different doctor—a better one, I do believe—although there was nothing any doctor could do at that point. And then, with the death, William helped me again.

One more: This had to do with death. It had to do with a sense of leaving, he could feel himself almost leaving the world and he did not believe in any afterlife and so this filled him on certain nights with a kind of terror.

Wilson. He was convinced he was "speaking for the silent mass of mankind everywhere who have as yet had no place or opportunity to speak their real hearts out concerning the death and ruin they see to have come already upon the persons and the homes they hold most dear." So, having spoken for mankind, Wilson left the podium.

Do not imagine, comrades, that I am simply looking for a revolutionary form of justice. We have no concern about justice at this hour! We are at war, on the front where the enemy is advancing, and the fight is to the death."3

Lenin had published a crucial article in Pravda entitled "Theses on the Constituent Assembly." It was, as historian Richard Pipes puts it, "a death sentence on the Assembly.

By the winter of 1916, German civilians were starving, even starving to death. Unless the war ended very soon, Germany faced catastrophe even if not a single Allied soldier advanced another step.

If America didn't join the League, it would be "a death warrant" for its children, who would die in the next war.34

Young Niccolò had been bred to read the classics and believe in the ideal of civic humanism, even though that ideal was contradicted everywhere he looked.26 Then came 1492 and Savonarola. The republic had been reborn; it even managed to survive the disgrace and death of its would-be messiah.

The Sermon on the Mount, the third-century Christian Apologist Irenaeus told listeners, takes over where Plato's dialogues left off. Every Christian would realize the elusive goal that Plotinus was seeking in vain: the joyful reunion of the soul with God. He or she could confidently say with Paul, "O Death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?" and hear the answer echo all the way back to Socrates's prison cell.

There is no doubt that the first requirement for a composer is to be dead.

The 'gallows' are not only a symbol of death, but also a symbol of cruelty, terror and irreverence for life; the common denominator of primitive savagery, medieval fanaticism and modern totalitarianism.

But so went forth Darnell, day by day, strangely mistaking death for life, madness for sanity, and purposeless and wandering phantoms for true beings. He was sincerely of opinion that he was a City clerk, living in Shephard's Bush -- having forgotten the mysteries and the far-shining glories of the kingdom which was his by legitimate inheritance.

She had poisoned herself - in time.

Evet," dedi profesör, "san?r?m öyle. Ya da sadece bir tesadüf. Böyle konularda hiçbir zaman tamamen emin olunamaz, biliyorsunuz. Tesadüf profesörü öldürdü.

What an old maid I'm getting to be. lacking the courage to be in love with death!

As of today, I rebel against death! Work seems frivolous; I'm a proud man, and a lifetime's work would be too brief an agony for me. At the last moment, I'd attack...to the right...to the left...And then—oh!—sweet old soul of mine, eternity would not have been wasted on us!

Against snow, a tall Beautiful Being. Whistlings of death and circles of muffled music make this adored body rise, swell and tremble like a ghost; scarlet and black wounds open in the magnificent flesh.

Terror came. I would fall into a slumber of days, and getting up would go on with the same sad dreams. I was ripe for death and along a road of perils my weakness led me to the confines of the world and of Cimmeria, home of whirlwinds and of darkness. - Delirium II - Alchemy of the Word

I was ripe for death and along a road of perils my weakness led me to the confines of the world and of Cimmeria, home of whirlwinds and of darkness. from Delirium (II), Alchemy of the Wind - Hunger

Vei r?mâne o hien?",exclam? demonul care îmi încisese fruntea cu o cunun? de maci superbi."DobândeÅŸte-Å£i moartea,cu toate poftele tale,cu egoismul t?u ÅŸi cu toate p?catele tale grele!

Yes, Man is sad beneath the echoing sky; he clothes himself, he is no longer chaste, he has soiled his splendid body, gift of the gods... Yes, even after death, in pallid skeletons he hopes to live, insulting the beauty he once owned!

Engoli uma notável poção de veneno - Três vezes seja bendita esta riquíssima ideia! - As entranhas ardem-me. A violência da peçonha galvaniza-me os membros, desfigura-me, atira-me por terra. Morro de sede, sufoco, não posso gritar. É o inferno, a pena capital. Vede como as chamas cobrem tudo! Ardo bastante bem.

I wish to discover all secrets, the mysteries of religion, nature, death and birth, the future and the past, the formation of the universe, nonexistence. I am a teacher in creating the extraordinary. Listen!