Quotes About Death

Trust it little. Fear it much. Man at sea is but a worm on a bit of wood, now engulfed, now scared to death. —AMRU BIN AL-'AS, THE ARAB CONQUEROR OF EGYPT, 640 A.D.

Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.

In such cases the imagination is undoubtedly its own doppelgänger, and sees nothing more than the projection of its own deceit. But I am puzzled, I confess, to explain the appearance of the first ghost, especially among men who thought death to be the end-all here below.

Have you given us a character worth following?  - Have you created a disturbance in the opening pages? - Do you know the death stakes of the story? - Have you created a scene that will force the character into the confrontation of Act II? - Is it strong enough? Can the Lead character resist going into the battle?  - Does it occur before the 1/5 mark of your total page count?

The glories of our blood and stateAre shadows, not substantial things;There is no armor against fate;Death lays his icy hand on kings.

How little roomDo we take up in death that, living, knowNo bounds!

Death was easy. A piece of pie. That is the true horror.

He glanced at Artison. "They couldn't even kill you if they tried." "What are you talking about? Why not?" "Because," Larria whispered, "You're already dead.

When a clock dies no one wakes.

and after she went, Dalton didn't last long. His death certificate listed heart failure as the cause, but Owen Gray knew it had been loneliness and grief. After

A city of Dreadful Nights: "The world rolls round forever like a mill, it grinds out life and death and good and ill. It has no purpose, heart, nor mind, nor will.

Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave.

The City is of Night; perchance of Death,But certainly of Night.

Do you remember my friend Fumiko Kobayashi? She loaned me a book by a university professor named Taki Sugiyama Lebra, Japanese Patterns of Behaviour, and she writes that death, particularly voluntary death, is surrounded in this country by a heroic, romantic, aesthetic and emotional aura. She says we often find it hard to communicate and use suicide to make our ideas, or beliefs, or sufferings known. I don't know whether I believe that or not.

The dead appear to us in dreams, said Julian, because that's the only way they can make us see them; what we see is only a projection, beamed from a great distance, light shining at us from a dead star

I hope I die in the night.

Twelve years after Robin's death, no one knew any more about how he had ended up hanged from a tree in his own yard that they had known on the day it happened.

La muerte es la madre de la belleza. —¿Y qué es la belleza? —El terror.

It was a stillness I knew; this was how a house closed in on itself when someone had died.

And in the midst of our dying, as we rise from the organic and sink back ignominiously into the organic, it is a glory and a privilege to love what Death doesn't touch.

I was fairly sure this death had affected him more than he let show. Then again, I suspect that Julian's cheery, Socratic indifference to matters of life and death kept him from feeling too sad about anything for very long.

Y en nuestro agonizar, [...] es un honor y un privilegio amar lo que la muerte no puede alcanzar.

People die, sure . . . but it's heartbreaking and unnecessary how we lose things. From pure carelessness.

There is to me about this place a smell of rot, the smell of rot that ripe fruit makes. Nowhere, ever, have the hideous mechanics of birth and copulation and death—those monstrous upheavals of life that the Greeks call miasma, defilement—been so brutal or been painted up to look so pretty; have so many people put so much faith in lies and mutability and death death death.