Quotes About Death

And this you can know- fear the time when Manself will not suffer and die for a concept, for this one quality is man, distinctive in the universe.

UNUSED LYRIC I've never been to Eden But it's nice I hear tell When I die I'll go to heaven 'Cause I've done my time in hell

The splendors of the firmament of time May be eclipsed, but are extinguished not; Like stars to their appointed height they climb And death is a low mist which cannot blot The brightness it may veil.

I was trying to develop a notion of "non-dialectical negativity" as part of a concept of extinction that would transform the understanding of death and time elaborated in phenomenology.

I live now in solitude and am able to use my time reflecting on the past and preparing for death. I cannot put away the thought of the Indians and in my ambition I fly to the Rockies.

The stars are dead. The animals will not look: We are left alone with our day, and the time is short, and History to the defeated May say Alas but cannot help nor pardon.

I have firmly decided to bite the dust with a minimum of medical assistance when my time comes, and up to then to sin to my wicked heart's content.

Usually, if you're buried alive, that's gonna be the last time that happens, isn't it?

Time, how short-eternity, how long! Death, how brief-immortali ty, how endless!

Don't feel bad when I die; I've been dead for a long time.

I tied down time with a rope but it came back. Then I put my head in a death bowl and my eyes shut up like clams. They didn't come back.

The final hour when we cease to exist does not itself bring death; it merely of itself completes the death-process. We reach death at that moment, but we have been a long time on the way.

What were you supposed to do, talking to a hologram of a dead man, when a younger version of that man was still alive? Should you offer condolences? Jordan decided that really wasn't necessary.

Oh, yeah, the feather dusters!" Luke exclaimed. "I'd almost forgotten about that. Now, why in the world were you so scared of them? You didn't really think they could come back to life, did you?" Smits fixed Luke with a curious look. "Yes," he said. "I did. I didn't know what death was.

He could hear himself screaming and he knew it was his death cry. Still he fought on, as he had fought all his life. I...will...control... The words came from his mouth, stained with his blood... I will control... Reaching out, his hands closed over the Staff on Magius. I will!

The magic will not solve your problems. It will only add to them. The magic will not make people like you. It will increase their distrust. The magic will not ease your pain. It will twist and burn inside you until sometimes you think that even death would be preferable. -Antimodes, Soulforge

Tas stared mournfully at the body of the goblin he killed. It had fallen facedown, his dagger buried underneath. "I'll get it for you," Tanis offered, preparing to roll the body over. "No." Tas made a face. "I don't want it back. You can never get rid of the smell, you know.

mourn the loss of those who die fulfilling their destinies.

And on God's palette are the colors of the world, and one of those colors is black. So I will not fear the darkness, for it is of God's making as death is another part of his grand design. My soul will walk in the darkness and shadows and marvel at the night sky. Death is but a journey back to the canvas of my God. —Requiem

Die now! For you can never be as happy as you are at this moment and it would be better to die with this feeling in your heart than know the bitterness of its loss.

and at last there was nothing but darkness, and in the darkness the ecstasy, and after the ecstasy, death and life.

You tell yourself it would be best for her to die. You tell yourself that if now, at this hour of the night, she died, it would be easier. For you, you probably mean, but you don't finish the sentence.

Il faudrait prévenir les gens de ces choses-là. Leur apprendre que l'immortalité est mortelle, qu'elle peut mourir, que c'est arrivé, que cela arrive encore.

You ask: Why is the malady of death fatal? She answers: Because whoever has it doesn't know he's a carrier, of death. And also because he's like to die without any life to die to, and without even knowing that's what he's doing.