Quotes About Death

We have yet learned little of the blessed power of death. We call it and evil, but is is a holy friendly thing. We are not left shivering all the world's night in a stately portico with no house behind it. Death is the door to the temple-house, whose God is not seated aloft in motionless state, but walks about among his children, receiving his pilgrim sons in his arms, and washing the sore feet of the weary ones. Either God is altogether like Christ, or the Christian religion is a lie.

And as to death, the fact is we know next to nothing about it. "Do we not!" say the faithless indignantly. "Do we not know the misery of it, the tears, and the sinking of the heart and the desolation!" Yes; you know those; but those are your things, not those of death. About death you know nothing. God has never told us anything about it but that the dead are alive to him, and that one day, they will be again to us.

but i doubt if any prolonged contemplation of death is desirable for those whose business it now is to live, and whose fate it is ere long to die. It is a closing of God's hand upon us to squeeze some of the bad blood out of us, and, when it relaxes, we must live the more diligently- not to get ready for death, but to get more life.

Now Malcolm was back again, but he came once too often, and was killed at Alnwick in 1093.

It's not a graveyard, Mr Watson, it's a cemetery.

The only good human being is a dead one.

We are the dead. Our only true life is in the future.

So long as human beings stay human, death and life are the same thing.

Now he had recognized himself as a dead man it became important to stay alive as long as possible.

We are the dead. Our only true life is in the future. We shall take part in it as handfuls of dust and splinters of bone. But how far away that future may be, there is no knowing.

No sentimentality, comrade...The only good human being is a dead one.

Thoughtcrime does not entail death: thoughtcrime IS death.

I think I exist,' he said wearily. 'I am conscious of my own identity. I was born, and I shall die. I have arms and legs. I occupy a particular point in space. No other solid object can occupy the same point simultaneously.

War is war. The only good human being is a dead one.

And it is a great thing to die in your own bed, though it is better still to die in your boots.

every human being is doomed to die, which is the greatest of all failures.

He had the sensation of stepping into the dampness of a grave, and it was not much better because he had always known that the grave was there and waiting for him.

The one certain thing was that death never came at an expected moment.

One wants to live, of course, indeed one only stays alive by virtue of the fear of death, but I think, as I thought then, that it is better to die violently and not too old.

There were times when the fact of impending death seemed as palpable as the bed they lay on, and they would cling together with a sort of despairing sensuality, like a damned soul grasping at his last morsel of pleasure when the clock is within five minutes of striking. But there were also times when they had the illusion not only of safety but of permanence.

You were the dead; theirs was the future.

He was already dead, he reflected. It seemed to him that it was only now, when he had begun to be able to formulate his thoughts, that he had taken the decisive step. The consequences of every act are included in the act itself. He wrote: Thoughtcrime does not entail death: thoughtcrime IS death.

It was curious how that predestined horror moved in and out of one's consciousness. There it lay, fixed in future times, preceding death as surely as 99 precedes 100. One could not avoid it, but one could perhaps postpone it: and yet instead, every now and again, by a conscious, wilful act, one chose to shorten the interval before it happened.

It struck him as curious that you could create dead men but not living ones.