Quotes About Death

Once upon a time there was a bear and a bee who lived in a wood and were the best of friends. All summer long the bee collected nectar from morning to night while the bear lay on his back basking in the long grass. When winter came the bear realised he had nothing to eat and thought to himself 'I hope that busy little bee will share some of his honey with me.' But the bee was nowhere to be found - he had died of a stress induced coronary disease.

M? ki?p, hòa-bình ch?ng qua là th? cây m?c lên t? máu th?t bao anh em mình, ?? ch?a l?i chút x??ng. Mà nh?ng ng??i ???c phân công n?m l?i gác r?ng le là nh?ng ng??i ?áng s?ng nh?t.

D??i âm ty ng??i ta ch?ng nh? chi?n tranh là cái trò gì n?a ?âu. Chém gi?t là s? nghi?p c?a nh?ng th?ng ?ang s?ng.

Under the ground in the grave human beings aren't the same. You can look at each other, understand each other, but you can't do anything for each other." "If we found a way to tell them news of a victory, would they be happier?" Kien asked. "Come on! Even if we could, what would be the point? People in hell don't give a damn about wars. They don't remember killing. Killing is a career for the living, not the dead.

The girls? We sacrificed them to the water spirit, sir. We used their bodies as an offering. They cried and carried on like crazy." Kien's scouts drew their bayonets. Lien held them back. "Stop! Don't. Perhaps these guys might also want to cry like crazy as the girls did before they died. They won't want to die immediately, will they?

When you consider something like death, after which. . . we may well go out like a candle flame, then it probably doesn't matter if we try too hard, are awkward sometimes, care for one another too deeply, are excessively curious about nature, are too open to experience, enjoy a nonstop expense of the senses in an effort to know life intimately and lovingly. — DIANE ACKERMAN

I had arrived at an understanding of faith that had far more to do with trust than with certainty. I trusted God to be God even if I could not say who God was for sure. I trusted God to sustain the world although I could not say for sure how that happened. I trusted God to hold me and those I loved, in life and in death, without giving me one shred of conclusive evidence that it was so.

it was nonsense that people gave so many flowers when someone died and had never thought to take them a bouquet when they were alive!

Two people were swimming in the sea One was alive and the other dead. See.

So is it worse," Zoe asked, eyes haunted, "when someone who is all alone dies, or when someone dies and leaves family and friends? I don't know.

You can think of death bitterly or with resignation, as a tragic interruption of your life, and take every possible measure to postpone it. Or, more realistically, you can think of life as an interruption of an eternity of personal nonexistence, and seize it as a brief opportunity to observe and interact with the living, ever-surprising world around us.

The worst thing about knowing that Gary Fairchild had been dead for a month was seeing him every day at work.

However, her own lack of power had taught her a curious appreciation for small joys and hard beauties and for the simple, changeless patterns of life and death.

Life is hard and then we die!

There are no sick people in North Oxford. They are either dead or alive.It's sometimes difficult to tell the difference , that's all.

A room in Holmhurst was the last thing she'd come to - better to lie down in the wood under the beech leaces and the bracken and wait quietly for death.

How could she explain to him what her love was like? That although it was a love stronger than death, it wasn't the kind of love one *did* anything about?

Yet there was no reason why one's death should not, in its own way, be as elegant as one's life, and one would do everything possible to make it so.

It's different when the person you love dies. There's an awful finality to death. But it is final. The end. And there's the funeral, family gatherings, grieving, all of those necessary rituals. And they help, believe me. When the object of your love just disappears, there's no way to deal with the grief and pain.

The hands of the watch stood at five past eight. The only kind of death that can be accurately predicted to the minute had taken place, the death that takes its victim, … feet foremost through the floor, Into an empty space. 2 THREE TIMES IN THE past thirty-five years I had seen her name in print.

T]he obverse of facile emotion in the 14th century was a general insensitivity to the spectacle of pain and death.

So lethal was the disease that cases were known of persons going to bed well and dying before they woke, of doctors catching the illness at a bedside and dying before the patient.

the irony of man's fate reflected in his image: that all men, from beggar to emperor, from harlot to queen, from ragged clerk to Pope, must come to this. No matter what their poverty or power in life, all is vanity, equalized by death.

When death slowed production, goods became scarce and prices soared. In France the price of wheat increased fourfold by 1350. At the same time the shortage of labor brought the plague's greatest social disruption—a concerted demand for higher wages. Peasants as well as artisans, craftsmen, clerks, and priests discovered the lever of their own scarcity.