Quotes About Death

Death is a fact of life. That is to say, it is something that must be faced, encountered, accepted and tasted by all humans and living things someday, although it is unpalatable most especially to humans. But, never be bothered about it and never be afraid of it (death). For, it is nothing but life's change agent. That is it (period). -Emeasoba George

Death is unavoidable, unimpeachably (beyond doubt and criticism). In fact, you can manipulate and escape every other fact of life except death itself. Besides that, every other fact of life has a solution excluding death. Oh! yes, you will surely die someday, sometime, somehow and somewhere. Thus, engage and indulge yourself in doing only something or things that can outlive you and speak for you perpetually after your demise. ~Emeasoba George

The birth, sufferings, crucifixion, death and the resurrection of Jesus Christ did not just showcase his passion, perseverance and true love to humanity. Furthermore, all of the above do reveals his forgiving spirit. In other words, we ought to forgive all i.e. we should forgive our offenders and enemies even at the point of death (IMHO) in my humble (honest) opinion. ~Emeasoba George

The birth, sufferings, crucifixion, death and the resurrection of Jesus Christ does not just showcase his passion, perseverance and true love to humanity. Furthermore, all of the above do reveals his forgiving spirit. In other words, we ought to forgive all i.e. we should forgive our offenders and enemies even at the point of death IMHO in my humble (honest) opinion.

The deepest and most organic death is death in solitude, when even light becomes a principle of death. In such moments you will be severed from life, from love, smiles, friends and even from death. And you will ask yourself if there is anything besides the nothingness of the world and your own nothingness.

Cât? via?? ai pus în gânduri, atâta moarte este în tine.

To accomplish nothing and die of the strain

How good would it be if one could die by throwing oneself into an infinite void.

Death makes no sense except to people who have passionately loved life. How can one die without having something to part from? Detachment is a negation of both life and death. Whoever has overcome his fear of death has also triumphed over life. For life is nothing but another word for this fear.

As incompetent in life as in death, I loathe myself and in this loathing I dream of another life, another death. And for having sought to be a sage such as never was, I am only a madman among the mad . . .

If death had only negative aspects, dying would be an unmanageable action.

The obsession with suicide is characteristic of the man who can neither live nor die, and whose attention never swerves from this double impossibility.

I long to be free—desperately free. Free as the stillborn are free.

I think of so many people who are no more, and I pity them. Yet they are not so much to be pitied, for they have solved every problem, beginning with the problem of death.

Great joys,why do they bring us sadness? Because there remains from these excesses only a feeling of irrevocable loss and desertion which reaches a high degree of negative intensity. At such moments, instead of a gain, one keenly feels loss. sadness accompanies all those events in which life expends itself. its intensity is equal to its loss. Thus death causes the greatest sadness.

Only the mediocre want to die of old age. Suffer, then, drink pleasure to its last dregs, cry or laugh, scream in despair or with joy, sing about death or love, for nothing will endure! Morality can only make life a long series of missed opportunities.

The desire to die was my one and only concern; to it I have sacrificed everything, even death.

If death is as horrible as is claimed, how is it that after the passage of a certain period of time we consider happy any being, friend or enemy, who has ceased to live?

Am avut mereu aceeasi obsesie, pe tema inutilit??ii si a mor?ii, celelalte probleme n-au nicio importan??.

I am the beast with a contorted grin, contracting down to illusion and dilating toward infinity, both growing and dying, delightfully suspended between hope for nothing and despair of everything, brought up among perfumes and poisons, consumed with love and hatred, killed by lights and shadows. My symbol is death of light and the flame of death. Sparks die in me only to be reborn as thunder and lightning. Darkness itself glows in me.

În tristete, totul are doua fete. Nu poti fi nici în iad si nici în rai, nici în viata si nici în moarte, nici fericit si nici nefericit. Un plîns fara lacrimi, un echivoc fara sfîrsit. Caci nu te izgoneste ea în aceeasi masura din aceasta lume, ca si din cealalta? Esti trist de totdeauna, nu de acum. Si acest totdeauna e toata lumea înainte de nasterea ta. Nu-i tristetea amintirea vremii în care n-am fost?

DiferenÅ£a dintre mine ÅŸi ceilalÅ£i oameni: eu am murit de nenum?rate ori, pe când ei n-au murit niciodat?.

It takes an enormous humility to die. The strange thing is that everyone turns out to have it!

Si trebuie sa spun ca negativitatea mortii imi inspira admiratie. Dar este singurul lucru pe care-l pot admira fara sa-l iubesc.