Quotes About Death

Time and death sleep side by side.

He was dead. However, his nose throbbed painfully, which he thought odd in the circumstances.

At one time or another all normal people have wished their loved ones were dead.

Catastrophe is numerical. Loss is singular, one beloved at a time.

Obviously, not everybody who dies becomes a ghost, otherwise those who are psychic would be aware of shouldering through deep crowds of assorted shades every time they moved.

People die all the time. It's just that you're not around.

I didn't feel that way about it. I had been playing with death for some time. I can't say we were the best of friends but we were well acquainted.

It is not like a premonition of death. It is as if she died a long time ago, and she just now remembered it.

If you ask me if I think I will be sober in 24 hours time I can say yes, but in two years I can't tell you. I could be dead.

No! no arresting the vast wheel of time, That round and round still turns with onward might, Stern, dragging thousands to the dreaded night Of an unknown hereafter.

It was a book to kill time for those who liked it better dead.

In Shakespeare's plays, the mourner hastening to bury his friend is all the time colliding with the reveller hastening to his wine.

Any man who has seen the face of death knows better than to seek him out a second time.

Hard to argue with a woman, period. Only time a man wins with one of them is when the woman is either on TV or dead. (Jack)

The news of Mr. Breitbart's death came as a surprise to me when I was informed of it this morning. My prayers go out to Mr. Breitbart's family as they cope during this very difficult time.

Every time a man dies, a child dies too, and an adolescent and a young man as well; everyone weeps for the one who was dear to him.

As a kid, death seemed boring to me. As an adult, I think that it seems more like a waste of everything. Somebody once said every time a professor dies, a library burns.

When it's time to die, go ahead and die, and when it's time to live, live. Don't sort-of-maybe live, but live like you're going all out, like you're not afraid.

I believe an artist dies twice. The first time, it's just terrible - I've been there when the phone isn't ringing for years.

When it's time to stop living, I will certainly make Death my number one choice!

I remember there was someone. Someone to love. Someone to hate. And I was something. Something special. And proud of it. For a time. Then they turned on me. He turned on me. I remember . . . dying.

Deep, deep trouble. Can't rival the dead for love. Lose every time.

For deadly fear can time outgo, and blanch at once the hair.

The mercy of the world is time. Time does not stop for love, but it does not stop for death and grief, either.