Quotes About Death

Why did I not die? More miserable than man ever was before, why did I not sink into forgetfulness and rest? Death snatches away many blooming children, the only hopes of their doating parents: how many brides and youthful lovers have been one day in the bloom of health and hope, and the next a prey for worms and the decay of the tomb! Of what materials was I made, that I could thus resist so many shocks, which, like the turning of the wheel, continually renewed the torture.

The poor victim, who on the morrow was to pass the awful boundary between life and death, felt not, as I did, such deep and bitter agony. I gnashed my teeth and ground them together, uttering a groan that came from my inmost soul.

During this conversation I had retired to a corner of the prison-room, where I could conceal the horrid anguish that possessed me. Despair! Who dared talked of that? The poor victim, who on the morrow was to pass the dreary boundary between life and death, felt not as I did, such deep and bitter agony.

exclaimed, 'I, too, can create desolation; my enemy is not impregnable; this death will carry despair to him, and a thousand other miseries shall torment and destroy him.

Wealth was an inferior object, but what glory would attend the discovery if I could banish disease from the human frame and render man invulnerable to any but a violent death!

The choice is with us; let us will it, and our habitation becomes a paradise. For the will of man is omnipotent, blunting the arrows of death, soothing the bed of disease, and wiping away the tears of agony.

Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world. A new species would bless me as its creator and source; many happy and excellent natures would owe their being to me.

Vi cómo se marchitaba y acababa por perderse la belleza; cómo la corrupción de la muerte reemplazaba la mejilla encendida; cómo los prodigios del ojo y del cerebro eran la herencia del gusano.

Darkness had no effect upon my fancy; and a churchyard was to me merely the receptacle of bodies deprived of life, which, from being the seat of beauty and strength, had become food for the worm.

must pursue and destroy the being to whom I gave existence; then my lot on earth will be fulfilled, and I may die.

that dear child; he now sleeps with his angel mother. His friends mourn and weep, but he is at rest: he does not now feel the murderer's grasp; a sod covers his gentle form, and he knows no pain. He can no longer be a fit subject for pity; the survivors are the greatest sufferers, and for them time is the only consolation.

I am, by a course of strange events, become the most miserable of mortals. Persecuted and tortured as I am and have been, can death be any evil to me?

I learned that there was but one means to overcome the sensation of pain, and that was death.

One man's life or death were but a small price to pay for the acquirement of the knowledge which I sought; for the dominion I should acquire and transmit over the elemental foes of our race. — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, Frankenstein: The 1818 Text (Penguin Classics, January 16, 2018) Originally published January 1, 1818.

La muerte siega la vida de muchos niños, única promesa de sus amantes padres. ¿Cuántas novias hay y cuántos jóvenes enamorados que, radiantes un día de salud y esperanzas, son al día siguiente pasto de los gusanos? ¿De qué material estaría hecho yo para poder resistir tantos golpes que, como el girar de una rueda, renovaban continuamente mi tortura?

Then the appearance of death was distant, although the wish was ever present to my thoughts, and I often sat for hours motionless and speechless, wishing for some mighty revolution that might bury me and my destroyer in its ruins.

To examine the cause of life, we must first have recourse to death.

And to my young heart the idea of death came for the first time blended with that of joy.

Let me die the moment my love dies. Let me not outlive my own capacity to love. Let me die still loving, and so, never die.

A person's life doesn't end when they die, it ends when they lose faith. One who never has had true faith has never been alive either. Failure to acknowledge and ponder your own soul is failure to be born. Most of humanity is simply dead.

La vie n'a aucun sens pourtant personne ne veut mourrir

On November 16, 2009, Sergei Magnitsky died in prison at the age of thirty-seven.

He died of peritonitis.

As a child of the Seventies, I grew up thinking that death could be as light as a feather or as heavy as a mountain. Lolo's death sailed over the rooftop of the world.