Quotes About Death

Is it not strange how quickly one can become detached from everything? How empty life appears when one is close to death!

Aveau destul timp, È™i unul È™i altul, întreg timpul care îi va separa din momentul în care unul din ei ar muri.

Do you recall Fred Merriville?" She stared at him. "Fred Merriville? Pray, what has he to say to anything?" "The poor fellow has nothing to say: he's dead, alas!

Monseigneur, I have killed you! You are dead! You are dead! You display an unseemly joy, he remarked. I had no notion you were so bloodthirsty.

Why, her father would turn in his grave--well, as a matter of fact, he was cremated, but what I mean is, if he hadn't been he would have. [Ermyntrude]

Your solicitude overwhelms me,' returned Ravenscar. 'I own I had expected at least a loaf of bread and a jug of water in my dungeon – until I learned, of course, that you had some idea of starving me to death.

The sight which met her eyes held her frozen on the threshold, and the thought flashed across her mind that she knew now how it felt to die

Of a certainty Madame has died, Leonie said wickedly. Tiens, c'est bien drole!

It seemed to Kitty a pity that her new friend's mind was set so irrevocably upon marriage, but her suggestion that Olivia might seek an eligible situation as a governess met with no favour at all. Olivia stared at her with dismay in her big eyes, and unequivocally stated her preference for death.

I see, said Harding. And now will you try to tell me, Mrs Twining, exactly how you found Sir Arthur, when you went into the study, and what you dd? I found him dead, Inspector, she replied calmly.

Madam Field was not an exhilarating companion, as her mind ran on illness and death, and the froward ways of the younger generation.

Ten yards upstream of us, the body of a man was grounded face-down at the edge of the mud. Not much more showed than a hump of shoulder and the line of a leg but there was no doubting what it was. Below the water, lank hair of indeterminate colour floated as if raised in fear and the wavelets caused his hips to rise and fall in an obscene parody of the sexual act.

Now Mrs. Greensleeve, who knew that she was going to die, thought of death in the same way a nightbound wanderer in the rain looks forward to a soft bed.

Maturity and death are cousins.

I offer my performance as prayer for someone I've worked with as an actor or someone who has died. The image that comes into my head as I walk to the stage, I offer that performance up for that person.

I have issues with inheritance tax, particularly coming from a migrant family. My dad has worked incredibly hard all his life, so it seems odd to me that someone who has gone through that experience and has managed to save then gets taxed for dying.

Through good times and bad, American workers and their families have been able to rely on Social Security to provide guaranteed protection against the loss of earnings due to retirement, disability, or death.

I regard the brain as a computer which will stop working when its components fail. There is no heaven or afterlife for broken down computers; that is a fairy story for people afraid of the dark.

Farooque Shaikh was not sick at all. In fact, when we were working together during 'Listen... Amaya,' I was sick but he was totally fit and very energetic and enthusiastic. Nobody had slightest hint that such a calamity can happen to him. His death was such a shattering news, first thing in the morning.

Over the centuries, mankind has tried many ways of combating the forces of evil... prayer, fasting, good works and so on. Up until Doom, no one seemed to have thought about the double-barrel shotgun. Eat leaden death, demon.

I think capital punishment works great. Every killer you kill never kills again.

Some people think they should go to Heaven but not have to die to get there. Sorry, but that's simply not how it works.

I was destined to work with dying patients. I had no choice when I encountered my first AIDS patient. I felt called to travel some 250,000 miles each year to hold workshops that helped people cope with the most painful aspects of life, death and the transition between the two.

God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. Yet his shadow still looms. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives; who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves?