Quotes About Death

Piccola anima smarrita e soave, compagna e ospite del corpo, ora t'appresti a scendere in luoghi incolori, ardui e spogli, ove non avrai più gli svaghi consueti. Un istante ancora, guardiamo insieme le rive familiari, le cose che certamente non vedremo mai più... Cerchiamo d'entrare nella morte a occhi aperti...

mi colpirebbero di più se non mi venisse fatto di chiedere a me stesso in che cosa la sofferenza dell'erba falciata differisca essenzialmente da quella di un montone sgozzato, e se l'orrore che proviamo nel vedere trucidare un animale non dipenda soprattutto dal fatto che la nostra sensibilità appartiene al medesimo regno.

La meditación de la muerte no enseña a morir y no facilita la partida; pero ya no es facilidad lo que busco.

Un triunfo sólo sienta a los muertos. En vida, siempre hay alguien pronto a reprocharnos nuestras debilidades, como antaño reprochaban a César su calvicie y sus amores. Pero un muerto tiene derecho a esa especie de inauguración funeraria, a esas pocas horas de pompa ruidosa antes de los siglos y los milenios de olvido. La fortuna de un muerto está al abrigo de los reveses; hasta sus derrotas adquieren un esplendor de victoria.

Ik wist toen nog niet dat de dood voorwerp kan worden van een blinde drang, van een honger zoals de liefde. Ik had niet die nachten voorzien waarin ik mijn riem om mijn dolk zou wikkelen om mezelf te dwingen tweemaal na te denken alvorens mij ervan te bedienen. Alleen Arrianos is doorgedrongen tot het geheim van dat roemloze gevecht tegen de leegte, de dorheid, de vermoeienis, de walging van het bestaan die uitloopt op het verlangen te sterven.

Exist? portretele de dup? moarte, peste care moartea a trecut, chipurile acelea mari, cu buzele savant lucrate, pline de secrete ce nu-mi mai apar?in fiindc? nu mai sunt ale vie?ii.

De nog in de duistere schoot van de tijd liggende eeuwen zouden bij duizendtallen over dat graf heen gaan zonder hem het bestaan terug te geven, maar ook zonder iets aan zijn dood toe te voegen, zonder te beletten dat hij had geleefd.

Sólo me diferencio de los muertos en que me está dado asfixiarme todavía un momento más.

Todavía un instante miremos juntos las riberas familiares, los objetos que sin duda no volveremos a ver… Tratemos de entrar en la muerte con los ojos abiertos…

Ä°nsanlar?n pek çoÄŸunun bellekleri, sevmekten vazgeçtikleri ölülerinin sessiz sedas?z yatt?klar? terk edilmiÅŸ mezarl?klard?r. unutulmayan ac? unutkanl?klar?na yönelen bir küfürdür.

A]nd death is perhaps nothing more than giving birth to a soul.

Forse l'impossibilità di continuare ad esprimersi e a modificarsi con nuove azioni costituisce la sola differenza tra l'esser morti e l'esser vivi.

I was dying, I realized vaguely. There was no getting out of that. The vampire author would be drained dry by a vampire. It was almost a poetic way to go.

Roses are red. Blood is too…

Where does love go when it dies? Into flowers and other beautiful things? Back out into the universe to be recycled?

I mean, I knew he'd died but I'd never believed it was permanent

People say it's the finality of death that they can't handle. But what was tearing me apart was that I didn't know where Aidan was. I mean, he had to be somewhere. All his opinions and thoughts and memories and hopes and feelings, all the things that were unique to him, that made him a one-off human being—they couldn't be just gone.

Those who hadn't experienced the death of a parent [...] had an innocence that flew in the face of reality, an expectation that life would still deliver a fairy-tale ending.

He's a waiter, not a Mafia stooge, so what's he going to do? Blac pepper them to death? Compliment them into a coma? Run them over with the dessert trolley?

He's a waiter, not a Mafia stooge, so what's he going to do? Black pepper them to death? Compliment them into a coma? Run them over with the dessert trolley?

Ik weet dat de psychologie ons modellen kan geven. Daardoor kun je leren verbanden te begrijpen en patronen te zien. En dat helpt, zeker. Maar het meeste zullen we toch nooit kunnen begrijpen. Het leven is zo paradoxaal. Wat er met ons gebeurt en hoe we daarmee omgaan, het verdriet en de dood, de blijdschap en de liefde. Geen kennis in de wereld kan jouw eenzaamheid genezen of jou bevrijden van je grootste angst

Tenemos miedo de morirnos jóvenes y también de envejecer. Tenemos más miedo de la vida que de la muerte.

Our fear is free-floating. We're afraid this isn't the right relationship or we're afraid it is. We're afraid they won't like us or we're afraid they will. We're afraid of failure or we're afraid of success. We're afraid of dying young or we're afraid of growing old. We're more afraid of life than we are of death.

Some people use bullfights, some the Mass, some art in order to ritualize or transform death into life or at least meaning. But my terror is that life itself is a ritual transforming everything into death.