Quotes About Death

Light is the left hand of darkness and darkness the right hand of light. Two are one, life and death, lying together like lovers in kemmer, like hands joined together, like the end and the way.

I think the end is endless. It's either a big black hole or a big white light or both together. But it's totally meaningless, because even if someone would explain it, I wouldn't understand it.

Together we knew toil, joy and pain. My fervent wish is that the nine of us who were united in face of death should remain fraternally united through life.

We are both going to pray that we may live together all our lives and die the same day.

On the streets, unrequited love and death go together almost as often as in Shakespeare.

I have heard of 'the dead lying in heaps', but never saw it till this battle. Whole ranks fell together.

I see some recurring themes: things that feel threaded together, some symbolic references, and songs about some of the big questions, like death. There are a lot of references to weather, too!

A friendship that was agony to continue but that would be a living death to lose.

Wept for the death of an ardent and immature love that had been unable to bring any comfort or peace to the beloved. And wept for the woman he had taken to wife with such high ideals—the woman who had just killed herself rather than face a final illness with only his arms to comfort her. Wept for his own frailty and infidelity. For his own humanness. He

It is as well for him, he said, that he is already dead. He would suffer this night if he were still alive.

Though perhaps I would be unable then either to agree or to disagree. I would be dead.

But marriage is forever.' 'Oh, not really,' he assured her. 'Only until one of us dies.' Her eyes widened. 'I do not want you to die,' she said. 'Perhaps you will go first,' he said, though I rather think I hope not. I would probably have grown accustomed to you by then and would miss you.

En ocasiones sucede algo tan catastrófico que durante un tiempo, a veces durante mucho tiempo, resulta imposible ver algo en la oscuridad, incluso parece imposible creer que haya algo más allá. Pero siempre lo hay. Incluso, tal vez, en el momento de la muerte. Sobre todo en ese momento.

But marriage is forever.' 'Oh, not really,' he assured her. 'Only until one of us dies.' Her eyes widened. 'I do not want you to die,' she said. 'Perhaps you will go first,' he said, 'though I rather think I hope not. I would probably have grown accustomed to you by then and would miss you.

But that was the second version, she reminded him. In the first one you had died and gone to heaven and found it was a brothel..

Rebecca was not killed during a new moon," Mazur said as he checked his phone. "That was November 19.

The timing of death, like the ending of a story, gives a changed meaning to what preceded it.

as we age we have not only to readdress earlier developmental crises but also somehow to find the way to three affirmations that may seem to conflict. ... We have to affirm our own life. We have to affirm our own death. And we have to affirm love, both given and received. [p. 88]

The timing of death, like the ending of a story, gives a changed meaning to what proceeds it.

death grip. Life grip was really a better way to describe it.

If anything could prove the existence of the soul, he thought, it was the utter emptiness of a corpse.

Dead men don't pay for baths, haircuts, meals, or beds. Dead men don't buy new clothes, or ammunition, or saddles. Dead men don't desire fancy Coffeyville boots with Texas stars laid into the shank. They don't gamble, and they don't spend money on liquor or whores. And that was why, when the Texans got to Dodge, there was really only one rule to remember. Don't kill the customers. All other ordinances were, customarily, negotiable.

Ah, Sofia, darlin'! On my best days, I believe in Him with all my heart. And on your worst days? she had asked that night. Even if it's only poetry, it's poetry to live by, Sofia--poetry to die for. . .

You aren't worried about tomorrow, are you?" "What do you think?" He propped himself up on his elbows and studied my face. "You told me last spring it was the easiest thing in the whole wide world. You could hardly wait to jump. Why, even when you got sick you worried you'd die without having a chance to do it." "I must have been a raving lunatic," I muttered.