Quotes About Death

In the nineteenth century the problem was that God is dead. In the twentieth century the problem is that man is dead.

Dass man lebt, ist Zufall; dass man stirbt, ist gewiss.

I am young, I am twenty years old; yet I know nothing of life but despair, death, fear, and fatuous superficiality cast over an abyss of sorrow. I see how peoples are set against one another, and in silence, unknowingly, foolishly, obediently, innocently slay one another.

This book is to be neither an accusation nor a confession, and least of all an adventure, for death is not an adventure to those who stand face to face with it. It will try simply to tell of a generation of men who, even though they may have escaped shells, were destroyed by the war.

Life is a disease, brother, and death begins already at birth. Every breath, every heartbeat, is a moment of dying - a little shove toward the end.

He fell in October 1918, on a day that was so quiet and still on the whole front, that the army report confined itself to the single sentence: All quiet on the Western Front. He had fallen forward and lay on the earth as though sleeping. Turning him over one saw that he could not have suffered long; his face had an expression of calm, as though almost glad the end had come.

Stability and indestructibility, the true goals of centroversion, have their mythological prototype in the conquest of death, in man's defenses against its power, for death is the primorial symbol of the decay and dissolution of the personality.

For [the Mother Goddess,] loving, dying, and being emasculated are the same thing.

What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died?

Those soldiers belonging to the victorious side whose blood has oozed into the ground and whose hearts have ceased beating, have they partaken in the triumph as well as those who are unscarred and busy draining cups of sake to each other's glorious deeds? I rather think they belong instead to the defeated." ... "You mean that those who are killed all belong to the defeated, regardless of which side they were on?

there are those who are cursed to live in times when death seems to come out of season, when the winter of a man's life may leap upon him in the midst of summer greenness.

Healthy children will not fear life if their elders have integrity enough not to fear death.

Bulletin a decade earlier, his definition of art: "It's the only profession in the world where your employer wants you to die." I think, in this strangely griefless church, it is perhaps the most honest description he gave of his career. I count up the art dealers in the room: there are four.

The only true borders lie between day and night, between life and death, between hope and loss.

Fireheart dashed to the warrior's side. Cloudtail was standing stiff-legged, every hair in his pelt on end as if he were facing an enemy. His eyes were fixed on the limp heap of tabby fur huddled at his paws. "Why, Fireheart?" Cloudtail wailed. "Why her?" Fireheart knew, but rage and grief made it hard to speak. "Because Tigerstar wants the pack to get a taste of cat blood," he rasped. The dead cat lying in front of them was Brindleface.

We have to let the Warrior Code rule our hearts. The death of a warrior does not mean victory.

Kill me. Kill me and live with the memory. Then tell the stars that you won.

Great; I get to be told I am dead all over again. -Stomfur

You've killed me." The apprentice gasped mockingly, and rolled feebly onto his back.

Trust ShadowClan cats to get competitive about deaths they have watched.

skidded to the other side and disappeared into the pines. Pelt bristling, eyes wide, Snowfur streaked after them, over the oily Thunderpath. Bluefur froze. A monster was roaring straight at Snowfur. Without slowing down, it slammed into her body. Bluefur heard the dull thump, then the howl of the monster as it thundered away, leaving Snowfur's body lying like a wet leaf at the edge of the Thunderpath. "No!

Who died and put you in charge?' Moon Shadow demanded, his tail-tip twitching in annoyance. 'Shaded Moss, actually,' Tall Shadow replied.

You know already that I will kill you one day. Your last breath will be gasped beneath my paws. Your last drop of blood will be spilled on my fur. Stones will break and the sky will fall when we meet in our final battle.

Ashfur broke his neck," she mewed bleakly. "I'm sorry to say that he's dead.