Quotes About Death

De la vida tenemos que hacer un soneto —o ahorcarnos.

When I torment myself a little too much for not working, I tell myself that I might just as well be dead and that then I would be working still less...

We do not rush toward death, we flee the catastrophe of birth, survivors struggling to forget it. Fear of death is merely the projection into the future of a fear which dates back to our first moment of life.

Entirely independent of our intellectual system, death, like every individual experience, can be confronted only by knowledge without information

We understand what death is only by suddenly remembering the face of someone who has been a matter of indifference to us.

Life is not, and death is a dream. Suffering has invented them both as self-justification. Man alone is torn between an unreality and an illusion. — Emil M. Cioran, Tears and Saints . (University Of Chicago Press; Reprint edition July 6, 1998) Originally published 1937.

We have always been dying, and yet death has lost none of its freshness, its originality. Herein lies the secret of secrets.

We do not rush toward death, we flee the catastrophe of birth

Overrun on every side, stoicism, faithful to its principles, had the elegance to die without a struggle.

Man gives off a special odor: of all the animals, he alone smells of the corpse.

To live in solitude means to relinquish all expectations about life. The only surprise in solitude is death.

Try to be free: you will die of hunger. Society tolerates you only if you are successfully servile and despotic; it is a prison without guards – but from which you do not escape without dying.

Trebuie s? privim spre viitor, chiar dac? viitorul e moartea.

Over the gate of our cemeteries should be written: "Nothing Is Tragic. Everything Is Unreal.

Ne se suicident que les optimistes qui ne peuvent plus l'être. Les autres, n'ayant aucune raison de vivre, pourquoi en auraient-ils de mourir ?

Modelos de estilo: el juramento, el telegrama y el epitafio.

Life inspires more dread than death - it is life which is the great unknown.

I try--without success--to stop finding reasons for vanity in anything. When I happen to manage it nonetheless, I feel that I no longer belong to the mortal gang. I am above everything then, above the gods themselves. Perhaps that is what death is: a sensation of great, of extreme superiority.

Death had to take her little by little, bit by bit, dragging her along to the bitter end of the miserable existence she'd made for herself. They never even knew what she did die of. Some spoke of a chill. But the truth was that she died from poverty, from the filth and the weariness of her wretched life.

I believe the death of Bobby Kennedy was in many ways the death of decency in America. I think it was the death of manners and formality, the death of poetry and the death of a dream.

She has to live, but I pull her towards death.

Yes, as my swift days near their goal,'Tis all that I implore:In life and death a chainless soul,With courage to endure.

You come into the world alone and you go out of the world alone yet it seems to me you are more alone while living than even going and coming.

Becuase I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality