Quotes About Death

More likely it was boxed in a closet after his death, an enduring embarrassment like a dead minister's porn stash or an old soldier's necklace of dried ears or collection of Nazi paraphernalia.

Pavarotti is dead and the streets are full of arias, my brother. Every window a tenor leans, there are sopranos in the olive branches. And all across the globe the world turns to crescendos.

My dad was diagnosed with cancer, so we ended up burying him a year to the day that he was diagnosed.

It's a dark thing when the world sets no value on you and your kin, and then Death comes stalking in, in his bloody boots".

It is worthless talking about what we have been spared by death. Death grins at that I am sure. Death of all creation knows the value of life.

I knew, I knew any proper, decent life was over. The word of a man like that was like a death sentence . . . I had known it all along, but it is a very different matter to know your sentence, and then to hear it spoken by your judge . . . Truest of all things, there was no one to help me, no one to stand at my side.

Men so sick they are dying of death.

When they came into their trench he felt small enough. The biggest thing there was the roaring of Death and the smallest thing was a man. Bombs not so far off distressed the earth of Belgium, disgorged great heaps of it, and did everything except kill him immediately, as he half expected them to do.

No one minds life as long as they are not trying to leave it. Nor death, as long as they are not dying.

How I would like to say that I loved my father so much that I could not have lived without him, but such an avowal would be proved false in time. Those that we love, those essential beings, are removed from us at the will of the Almighty, or the devils that usurp him. It is as if a huge lump of lead were lain over the soul, such deaths, and where that soul was previously weightless, now is a secret and ruinous burden at the very heart of us.

Something had happened to that sorrow. It had gone rancid in him, he thought; it had boiled down to something he didn't understand. The pith of sorrow was in the upshot a little seed of death.

Some men make flower beds, and some men kill.

Killing hurts the heart and soils the soul.

It's a dark thing when the world sets no value on you or your kin, and then Death comes stalking in, in his bloody boots.

Other times you had a rake of our lads killed, and a rake of the old grey-suited devils, and you wouldn't know who had won the fucking thing, sure how could you tell boys?

Es war, wie Alina mir einmal erklärt hatte: Es sind nicht die Augen, mit denen wir die Welt erkennen. Es sind unsere Gefühle, die uns sehen lassen. Und meine Gefühle spürten in diesem Moment die Anwesenheit des Todes.

Reinhard Messner hatte einmal nach einer Nahtoderfahrung beim Abstieg vom Mount Everest gesagt, der Vorgang des Sterbens wäre das Leichteste. Schwer wäre es nur vorher. Solange man noch Hoffnung besaesse.Waere aber der feste Entschluss zum Sterben getroffen, ginge alles ganz leicht.

Despite the imminence of her death and even though she had no idea how it would happen, she no longer felt afraid. This must be what Catholics understand by the purifying power of confession. Deep down inside her, in the shadowy world of her consciousness, she'd always sensed that her life would come to a terrible end. It must do, if an entity existed that ensured justice was done

What would you risk dying for—and for whom—is perhaps the most profound question a person can ask themselves. The vast majority of people in modern society are able to pass their whole lives without ever having to answer that question, which is both an enormous blessing and a significant loss.

In a hospital the most important fact about us is the year of our birth. But in our lives that year is of no particular importance. I had to grow old to understand that. Everyone dies young.

Mortality is a cause for humility, she said to me. None of us knows when he might be taken, as your blessed father was taken. Death, like birth, comes to us all, regardless of rank or station in life.

What madness it is for a man to starve himself to enrich his heir, and so turn a friend into an enemy! For his joy at your death will be proportioned to what you leave him.

He will live ill who does not know how to die well.

Life without the courage for death is slavery.