Quotes About Death

Death, the final, triumphant lover.

You know that life is a cycle, don't you, my sweetheart?' she said. 'All things are born, and all things die. Other people are afraid of that, but you must never be. If you accept it, life will always be beautiful for you, even when it is sorrowful.

Death is with you all the time you get deeper in it as you move towards it, but it's not unfamiliar to you. It's always been there, so what becomes unfamiliar to you when you pass away from the moment is really life.

Death ... people nowadays seem to regard as something odd, whereas it is well known to be the commonest thing in the world.

Christianity cannot exist where death is believed to be the end of man; for men who believe that, not only lose their sense of God, but very soon their faith in moral distinctions.

Like young men from the dawn of time, I decided to choose the risk of death over certain humiliation.

I don't know why Nightingale was so surprised—I barely knew four and a half spells and you couldn't have got me to give it up, and that's despite close brushes with death by vampire, hanging, malignant spirit, riot, tigerman, and the ever-present risk of overdoing the magic and getting a brain aneurysm.

There was a statue on the lawn outside the institute of a woman, hand on breast, looking mournfully upwards as if contemplating the death of a loved one and the amount of paperwork it was bound to cause.

You can't die of jazz," said Dr. Walid. "Can you?" I thought of Fats Navarro, Billie Holiday, and Charlie Parker who, when he died, was mistaken by a coroner for a man twice his real age. "You know," I said, "I think you'll find you can." Jazz

I slumped down in the easy chair. 'You've been dead for two hundred years, Henry,' I said. 'I'm fairly certain you can't murder someone who's already dead.' If you could, I thought, the Met would have a form for it.

Was it better to die in the illusion of sunshine and warmth or face death in a cold darkness of reality? Was it better to die in happy ignorance or terrified knowledge? The answer, if you're a Londoner, is that it's better not to die at all.

How many fools have looked forward to the adventure that killed them.

Perhaps everything you say is true and these are the death throes of the human race, but even if that was true, I would not lose faith. There must be hope, and I must fight for my Emperor against Chaos and it's servants. That is insanity. Wrong, it's being human.

Decades of scrupulous and unrelenting pragmatism carried us here. The minimum necessary for survival now counts as madness. The courses of action still deemed practical will usher us straight down the path that leads to our own deaths.

The desert enforces its own perspective. It shrinks you and puts eternity in the foreground. If you're open to it, and don't mind a diminished role in this drama, it insists, quietly, on the surging beauty of all things and non-things living and dead and not-formally-alive.

We prefer "survivor".' 'But this particular woman is dead,' Matlock pointed out. 'Yes.' 'So "survivor" isn't really an appropriate term.' 'I'm aware of that. What we need is a new term for survivors of assault who died.

We're sorry to bother you at a time like this," Drebin says. "We would have come earlier, but your husband wasn't dead then.

Oh my ghost came by Said who do you love the most Who you wanna call before you die Oh hey heaven is the place we know Heaven is the arms that hold us Long before we go

Men die when they are finished living...

Underneath this stone doth lieAs much beauty as could die;Which in life did harbor giveTo more virtue than doth live.

Rest in soft peace, and, asked, say here doth lieBen Jonson his best piece of poetry:For whose sake, henceforth, all his vows be such,As what he loves may never like too much.

I am bleeding to death. It doesn't hurt at all.

You killed my man, I thought. He died alone. You should die by thunder. You should be killed in a loud sky. Let your house break in half and the people inside it be pulled into the sky. Let you faint at night.

It is more difficult to love than to die. It is not death that human beings are most afraid of, it is love. The heart is bigger than a mountain. One human life is deeper than the ocean. Strange fishes and sea-monsters and mightly plants live in the rock-bed of our spirits. The whole of human history is an undiscovered continent deep in our souls.