Quotes About Death

All of sudden it hit Mariah like a bolt of thunder that it was Bannie's death why they got beat. It was the land...the land! She looked to Jacob - to his papa. Both of them looking like lightning just struck.

Just breathing in and out suddenly seemed to require a series of massive, separately considered decisions, as if each small action of mine had abruptly become huge compared to all the ones the dead man was not taking.

The truth of death is a peculiar thing. For when they leave us the beloved are as if they never were. They vanish from this earth and vanish from the air. What remains are moors and mountains, the solid world upon which we find ourselves, and in which we reign. We are the wolves. We are the lions.

You can only kill yourself if you're not already dead.

Burning in a hot tunnel of dismay, my humiliation complete as I shake without reason and stumble over words and have nothing to say about my 'illness' which anyway amounts only to knowing that there's no point in anything because I'm going to die.

Frica e cea care m? Å£ine departe de ÅŸinele de tren. Sper din suflet ca moartea s? fie sfârÅŸitul. M? simt de parc? aÅŸ avea optzeci de ani. M-am s?turat de via?? ÅŸi mintea mea vrea s? moar?.

Death is my lover and he wants to move in.

Well madam, I will tell you one thing. You must listen. You are back in India for a good shaking. Here you will dance with death and be reborn. You will be a chameleon of karma and there are many guides to show you the way. You will search India's land of gods and find faith

I figure that if I can find peace in death, then perhaps I can find peace and a sense of grace in life.

In a hundred and fifty years no one alive will ever have known me. Being forgotten like that, entering that great and ongoing blank, seems more like death than death. ?

Being forgotten like that, entering that great and ongoing blank, seems more like death than death.

Dying young can really help an art career along. It's the careerist's ultimate paradox.

Death will reveal what you otherwise would have finished. Also what you never would have finished. I found the notes for a book a woman had been working on for thirty years: sixteen pages.

For just a moment, with great effort, I could imagine my will as a force that would not disappear but redistribute when I died, and that all life contained the same force, and that I needn't worry about my impending death because the great responsibility of my life was to contain the force for a while and then relinquish it.

After a friend dies young, the story of her life becomes the exposition to a tragedy. This is the central problem of biography.

I leaned toward him and whispered, "I'm drowning. Save me." But when I tried to grasp his shoulder my hand passed through him. "I'm over here," he said. I said, "No wonder I can't touch you. You're dead too." Or perhaps I didn't say it.

All our luxuries won't keep some men from dying -- it can only be a matter of time until I see it happen -- but in our lazaret death will creep silently onto the operating table or nestle between clean sheets.

So what happens next?' 'Everybody dies, and the people who don't get married.' 'Like any other story, then.'

Gideon was there, warm and green and smelling slightly of cloves but not at all of bitterness and death, and I could hear no voices in my head at all.

The magic of the Mirador is thrashing around like a snake in its death convulsions.

There are no gardens in the Mirador. Only graveyards.

She is the goddess of death, despair, stagnation, abandoned places. They say she is the only god who will protect them now, but they cannot reach her without a maze.

The indignities visited on his corpse could not touch him; in death he was inviolate. I had no such grace.

She pours a libation-not to the dragon, for the dragon is destruction and death and needs no homage-but to the Earth who heals herself if given half a chance, and then proceeds to get royally hammered.