Quotes About Death

are going to die. I am in all truthfulness attempting to be cheerful about this whole topic, though most people find themselves hindered in believing me, no matter my protestations. Please, trust me. I most definitely

Yes, I know it. In the darkness of my dark-beating heart, I know. He'd have loved it, all right. You see? Even death has a heart.

It kills me sometimes, how people die... -Told from the perspective of Death

That one opportunity leads directly to another, just as risk leads to more risk, life to more life, and death to more death.

I kills me sometimes, the way people die. -Death

Salvas a alguien. Lo matas. ¿Cómo iba a saberlo el hombre?

a beautiful, tear-stomped girl,shaking the dead.

Someone asked me if I really believed there was life after death. I replied: Do you really believe there is any life before death?

L'única resposta contra la mort és una vocació implacable per ser feliç. La única respuesta contra la muerte es una vocación implacable por ser feliz.

Mucho es lo que cabe decir del miedo a la muerte. Nos mueve buscar seguridad, salud e incluso paz. Nos mueve a dar cobijo a las personas y seres a los que queremos, y a proteger instituciones y sistemas legales preciados para nosotros.

People? People are chaotic quiddities living in one cave each. They pass the hours in amorous grudge and playback and thought experiment. At the campfire they put the usual fraction on exhibit, and listen to their own silent gibber about how they're feeling and how they're going down. We've been there. Death helps. Death gives us something to do. Because it's a fulltime job looking the other way.

In the last months of the war, when I raped in uniform – we were, by then, so full of death (and the destruction of everything we had and knew) that the act of love, even in travesty, felt like a spell against the riot of murder.

Black holes mean oblivion. Mean death. And Hawking has been staring at death all his adult life. Hawking could see.

After many ponderous experiments the first crematorium was opened in December 1920 in Petrograd. It could manage barely 120 bodies a month, and, in February 1921, cremated itself when the wooden roof caught fire.

Well, we cry and twist and are naked at both ends of life. We cry at both ends of life, while the doctor watches.

What could never be endured, it turned out, was the last swathe of time before sleep came, the path from larger day to huger night, a little death when the mind was still alive and fluttering. Thus

Women can die gently -.. -. Men always die in torment. Why? Towards the end, men break the habit of a lifetime, and start blaming themselves, with full male severity. Women break a habit too, and start blaming themselves no longer. They forgive.

Death is an artist, not an intellectual.

It was Stalin's Great Terror updated for modern times, with disinformation, legal machinations, indiscriminate violence. Bloodshed was a way of proving loyalty. One was either with or against. And the penalties for resistance were changing all the time, from imprisonment to death, ordered or merely allowed to happen. It amounted to the same thing.

Por ese motivo la minería era un arte y una ciencia, se dijo; porque los mineros morían jóvenes, como los artistas.

She pointed to a poster on the casino that showed a mother telling her son, "I Would Rather You Came Home a Dead Patriot Than a Live Traitor." Maria said, "No mother on earth would say that. This worship of death is sick.

I watched the daylight slowly creep in through the windows, and saw before me in mental gaze the vision of Death.

Man dies constantly until the moment of his demise.

As soon as we are born, we are old enough to die.