Quotes About Death

Things always come back into balance, though, right? Eventually." Dad goes very still, eerily so considering his disease. "Eventually. Balance came back in 1918 after twenty million deaths. It came back in 1945 after seventy million. It's getting the pendulum back to the midpoint that's the killer. And right now it's being pushed hard right, all around the world. The last gasp of Ozymandias—once more, with feeling.

All human beings, Carl had learned, were fascinated with death. Only those who knew death intimately, as he did, understood its essential mystery.

God is merely a part of the human brain, an evolutionary coping mechanism that developed to make bearable our awareness of our own deaths. When

There have been times I would have given anything for such faith, for the belief that divine justice exists somewhere in the universe. Facing Sarah's death without it was an existential baptism of fire. The comfort that belief in an afterlife can provide was obvious in the hospital waiting rooms and chemo wards, where

As I ponder Sonny's life and death, it strikes me that, whatever his prejudices, he was one of the quiet heroes of this country.

When everything is at risk, good judgment, not haste, makes the difference between life and death. Panic is the enemy….

Danny was surprised that Ellis had let Carl stay so long. But when he thought about it some more, he understood. Carl Sims was Death. In the command trailer, death was contained. But once they put Carl behind that tree in the backyard-with clearance to shoot-Warren Shields was a dead man. This certainty roiled Danny's gut in a way few things ever had

Often sweeps Death. The houses of living, A menial task, That brings into her fair, dark eyes. A sparkle of joy. At the little things she finds there.

16So don't be dismayed when the wicked grow rich and their homes become ever more splendid. 17For when they die, they take nothing with them. Their wealth will not follow them into the grave.

The moment between breaths Is the balance of the Force. Between life and death. Rest and action. Serenity and passion. Hope and despair. —

Larvae can consume an entire human body in a week.

the faces of Mimi Garcia and her dead brother, Enrique. His was lifeless, chalky white. His sister's was full of fear. I'll take care

the strategic situation foreseen by Robert Heinlein in the death dust story was like "a duel in a vestibule with flamethrowers," anticipating mutual assured destruction and its acronym quite nicely. Tolstoy famously

Death's sure and steady measure was not pure evil. It brought an intense poignant richness to every moment. To mortal men each day came once and forever and struck sure into the heart. The machines would never know that. They lived in a kind of still gray death, where no one moment meant anything, because all moments were alike. Only the dreaming vertebrates knew that life held more than that.

Tests showed there was no enrichment. "They're just slinging purified uranium at us, straight from the mines," Bob said. But the next week Bob fell ill. A red rash spread from his face all over his body. The bumps were as big as marbles and itched "like the bejesus," he said in a feverish daze. He died two days later of smallpox. •

I smoked in those days because, like everyone else in the world who smokes, I wanted to die at least as much as I wanted to live. – G. D. Roberts, Shantaram.

I went to war. .... I survived, while other men around me died. ... men whose lives were crunched up in mistakes, and thrown away by the wrong second of someone else's hate, or love, or indifference.

I was too young, then, to know that dead lovers are the toughest rivals.

And I survived, while other men around me died. They were better men than I am, most of them: better men whose lives were crunched up in mistakes, and thrown away by the wrong second of someone else´s hate, or love, or indifference.

no happiness exists without its woe, no wealth without its cost, and no life without its full measure, sooner or later, of sorrowing and death.

When you know you're going to die, there's no comfort in cleverness. Genius is vain, and cleverness is hollow, at the end.

pitiable understanding that no happiness exists without its woe, no wealth without its cost, and no life without its full measure, sooner or later, of sorrowing and death.

When you know you're going to die, there's no comfort in cleverness. Genius is vain, and cleverness is hollow, at the end. The

I sat alone, on a boulder that was larger and flatter than most, and I smoked a cigarette. I smoked in those days because, like everyone else in the world who smokes, I wanted to die at least as much as I wanted to live.