Quotes About Death

We deliberate about the parcels of life, but not about life itself, and so we arrive all unawares at its different epochs, and have the trouble of beginning all again. And so finally it is that we do not walk as men confidently towards death, but let death come suddenly upon us.

To die, one must first have been alive. And the Beast could finally say that by finding love, he had lived.

To die, one must have first been alive. And the Beast could finally say that by finding love, he had lived.

Un somn cosmic care îl ap?ra de moarte, îl situa în afara oric?rei scurgeri de timp... O uitare puternica printr-o retragere a timpului, undeva în golul spa?iului.

Un somn cosmic care îl ap?ra de moarte, îl situa în afara oric?rei scurgeri de timp... O uitare puternica printr-o retragere a timpului, undeva în golul spa?iului... Un neant magic fara limite. O stare de inconstienta intretaiata de treziri comatoas?, nicioadata destul de lungi ca spiritul sa se poat? elibera de somnolenta limburilor.

Leger died a Communist, having fallen once and for all for the greatest charlatanism of all times. It may be that, like many artists, he was stupid

Life in death and death in life. Could

La lista de mis miedos (en desorden): A la muerte. A los aviones. A la locura. A las enfermedades. A las amputaciones. A los barcos. A la velocidad. A la altura. Al mar. A los tiburones, osos, serpientes, arañas, perros desconocidos. A los desconocidos. A las ciudades, barrios, calles desconocidas. A los suburbios. A los ascensores. A la miseria. A las operaciones médicas, a las operaciones financieras. A las armas. A los dentistas.

Freedom is only available through Death!

There are but two types of men who desire war: those who haven't the slightest intention of fighting it themselves, and those who haven't the slightest idea what it is. … Any man who has seen the face of death knows better than to seek him out a second time.

Without death,' he answered, 'life is meaningless. It is a story that can never be told. A song that can never be sung. For how would one finish it?

Thank you, sir, but I am perfectly content being the bride of death.

I fear that a life of death has made me numb to both.

Elizabeth sheathed her sword, knelt behind him, and strangled him to death with his own large bowel.

Abraham," he said. "I'm pleased to see you alive, old friend." "And I to see you dead.

Without death, life is meaningless. It is a story that can never be told.A song that can never be sung. For how would one finish? - Henry, Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter

This is one hell of a suicide note. THE SUICIDE SOLILOQUY- Yes! I've resolved the deed to do, And this the place to do it; The heart I'll rush a dagger through Though I in hell should rue it! Sweet steel! Come forth from out your sheath, And glist'ning, speak your powers; Rip up the organs of my breath, And draw my blood in showers! I strike! It quivers in that heart Which drives me to this end; I draw and kiss the bloody dart, My last-my only friend!

All I ask is that my final months be happy ones, and that I be permitted a husband who will see to my proper Christian beheading and burial.

Prolonging death was akin to prolonging an orgasm. The closer you could bring the victim to the finish line without crossing it, the better it

It is their nature, beautiful and simple. That you would destroy such beings, Mr. Lincoln, such superior creatures, seems madness to me." "That you speak of them with such reverence, Mr. Poe, seems madness to me." "Can you imagine it? Can you imagine seeing the universe through such eyes? Laughing in the face of time and death—the world your Garden of Eden? Your library? Your harem?

Without death life is meaningless. It is a story that can never be told. A song that could never be sung. For how would one finish it?

Nothing would surprise him. Nothing could anymore. But it didn't matter. Even if it meant the most painful, hideous death a human being had ever experienced, they weren't getting the baby, and they weren't getting her. Twenty yards… He gripped the handle of his sword tightly…?breathed deep of the desert air. Okay, Balthazar…let's die.

Don't be alarmed, Mr. Sturges. Some of my closest friends are dead.

It is a strange thing how quickly the body dies. How fragile a force our presence is. In an instant the soul is gone—leaving an empty, insignificant vessel in its stead.