Quotes About Death

I am the most miserable man living. If what I feel were equally distributed to the whole human family, there would not be a cheerful face on earth. Whether I shall ever be better I cannot tell; I awfully forbode I shall not. To remain as I am is impossible. I must die or be better.

I am told that sleep is a rehearsal for death. It is waking that kills us.

Una volta, in tempo di guerra, quando ero un soldato dell'Esercito Imperiale, vidi la Morte camminare. Portava sul teschio una corona avvizzita fatta di ossa e biancospino fresco attorcigliato, e alle sue spalle si stringevano gli spettri dei miei commilitoni di recente strappati, ancora giovani, alla vita.

We live to die, we die to eternally live.

Belief isn't required. Finch told me my father scoffed at it all, and he's just as dead as the other dukes." "So

We all owe death a life.

The world, somebody wrote, is the place we prove real by dying in it.

What a vale of misery this world is! To me it has been emphatically so. Death has pursued me incessantly ever since I was twenty-five. My path has been—how terribly true it is—through the region of his shadow. Sometimes I feel as if I could give up—as if I must give up. And then after all I rise and press on.

Wars have never hurt anybody except the people who die.

Ustani i hodaj -nare?ivala je Gala. –Još ni u ?emu nisi uspeo. Moraš da pri?ekaš smrt!

En el toro hallo vida y muerte, la sombra de lo eterno, y en el torero hallo inspiración, un héroe místico

todos los cuerpos, aun los que se enlazan en un abrazo inaplazable, exhalan un efluvio de morgue...una violenta salpicadura de pus

Ausentes como estábamos de todo lo que nos rodeaba, en la contemplación de ese rostro apasionante, no nos dimos cuenta de que había pasado la noche, de que había llegado hasta nosotros, disfrazada con la tibieza del deseo consumado y con la luz del alba, la muerte.

Like all stories of creators who bring life from the dead, his story began with a struggling butcher, who chased a gray cat, caught it, took off its studded collar, and slit its throat.

It's been too hard living, but I'm afraid to die. 'Cause I don't know what's up there, beyond the sky.

I STAND here and watch the people of this world: all against one and one against all, angry, arguing, plotting and scheming. Then one day, suddenly, they die. And each gets one plot of ground: four feet wide, six feet long. If you can scheme your way out of that plot, I'll set the stone that immortalizes your name.

If you die in an elevator, be sure to push the up button.

Today, the tantalizing question for science is, If the human consciousness or soul does indeed continue to exist well past the traditional marker that defines death, does it really ever die as an entity? Our

Well, imagine a movie—a vast production with kings, fools, knights, ladies, peasants, preachers, prostitutes—every sort of person you find in the world. When the actors take off their costumes, they're all equal. So it is with life. When death strips us of our roles, we're all equals in the grave.

I might face death any minute now! But I should try not to put myself in harms' way as long as I can live. Of course it is not important if I die, because this is going to happen anyway. I know my purpose, my purpose is: How will my life or death impact the lives of others?

Motherhood makes you a dealer in death. No one tells you this beforehand. You will become obsessed with all the ways a person can go because while it might be easy to deal with the fact that you will one day die, it's not at all easy—totally unacceptable—to deal with the fact that one day your child will die. Do

there's nothing scary about dead people. It is the living who terrify.

Why do the living assume the dead know better than we do? Like they gained some knowledge by dying, but why wouldn't they just be the same confused people they were before they died?

For her, Mr. Splitfoot is a two that is sometimes a one, mothers and their children, Nat and Ruth, life and death. "Are