Quotes About Death

Elän ainoastaan siksi, että minun vallassani on kuolla silloin kun se minusta hyvältä tuntuu: ilman itsemurha- ajatusta olisin tappanut itseni aikoja sitten.

Es el miedo a la muerte lo que motiva a los incondicionales de la eternidad: en efecto, la única ventaja real de la experiencia de lo eterno es que nos hace olvidar la muerte. Pero, ¿qué sucede cuando la contemplación se acaba?

Vivir: especializarse en el error. Burlarse de las verdades indubitadas, no hacer caso de lo absoluto, tomar a broma la muerte y transformar lo infinito en azar

Sólo la percepción del vacío permite triunfar sobre la muerte, pues, si todo carece de realidad, ¿por qué habría de tenerla la muerte?

Ideas, doctrines - mere façades, decorative fantasies, accidents. If you have not resolved to kill yourself, there is no difference between you and the others, you belong to the faction of the living, all - no matter what their convictions - great believers. Do you deign to breathe? You are approaching sainthood, you deserve canonization.

Profundamente, cada passo na vida é um passo na morte e a lembrança disto, um chamado do Nada. Despido do sentido metafísico, o homem ordinário não tem consciência de uma entrada progressiva na morte, ainda que ele não escape mais do que os outros a este destino inexorável.

Mientras le preparaban la cicuta, Sócrates aprendía un aria para flauta. '¿De qué te va a servir?', le preguntaron. 'Para saberla antes de morir'.

What could they expect from this world, those who sense, beyond the normal limits, life, loneliness, despair, and death?

Gândul la Dumnezeu este un obstacol sinuciderii, dar nu morÈ›ii . El nu imblanzeste deloc întunericul de care se va fi speriat Dumnezeu pe vremea când îÈ™i caut? pulsul prin teroarea nimicului...

If it is true that by death we once more become what we were before being, would it not have been better to abide by that pure possibility, not to stir from it? What use was this detour, when we might have remained forever in an unrealized plenitude?

Man accepts death but not the hour of his death. To die any time, except when one has to die!

I was alone in that cemetery overlooking the village when a pregnant woman came in. I left at once, in order not to look at this corpse-bearer at close range, nor to ruminate upon the contrast between an aggressive womb and the time-worn tombs -- between a false promise and the end of promises.

Only to the degree that our moments afford us some contact with death do we have some chance to glimpse on what insanity all existence is based.

güzellik, tomurcuklar?n içinde ÅŸiÅŸinen ölümden baÅŸka bir ÅŸey deÄŸildir

The West: a sweet-smelling rottenness, a perfumed corpse.

She meant absolutely nothing to me. Realizing, suddenly, after so many years, that whatever happens i shall never see her again, I nearly collapsed. We understand what death is only by suddenly remembering the face of someone who has been a matter of indifference to us.

In order to conquer panic or some tenacious anxiety, there is nothing like imagining your own burial. An effective method, readily available to all. In order not to have to resort to it too often in the course of a day, best to experience its benefit straight off, when you get up. Or else use it only at exceptional moments, like Pope Innocent IX, who, having commissioned a painting in which he was shown on his deathbed, glanced at it each time he had to make some important decision.

Les héros homériques vivaient et mouraient; les snobs de l'Occident discutaient du plaisir et de la douler.

In paradise, objects and beings, assaulted by light from all sides, cast no shadow. Which is to say that they lack reality, like anything that is unbroached by darkness and deserted by death.

My greed for agonies has made me die so many times that it strikes me as indecent to keep on abusing a corpse from which I can get nothing more.

Death is not altogether useless: after all, it is because of death that we may be able to recuperate the prenatal space, our only space....

The more injured you are by time, the more you seek to escape it. To write a faultless page, or only a sentence, raises you above becoming and its corruptions. You transcend death by the pursuit of the indestructible in speech, in the very symbol of nullity.

In Marx's entire oeuvre, I don't think there is a single disinterested reflection on death... I was pondering this at his grave in Highgate.

Bach was quarrelsome, litigious, self-serving, greedy for titles and honors, etc. So what! A musicologist listing the cantatas whose theme is death has remarked that no mortal ever had such a nostalgia for it. Which is all that counts. The rest has to do with biography.