Quotes About Death

This is death during wartime and it is capricious as shit.

Between life and death there is a library, and within that library, the shelves go on forever. Every book provides a chance to try another life you could have lived. To see how things would be if you had made other choices… Would you have done anything different, if you had the chance to undo your regrets?

Bizler, miras ald???m?z hücre intihar? mekanizmas?na mahkumuz.

Truth sits upon the lips of dying men.

Western civilization has preferred love of death to love of life to the very extent that its religious traditions have preferred redemption to creation, sin to ecstasy, and individual introspection to cosmic awareness and appreciation.

As if men did not die fast enough, they are ingenious at finding out ways to destroy one another.

Maybe this is how Catholics do it. We accept a certain level of unhappiness—like we have an unhappiness equilibrium built into our brains—and then, one day, we drop dead.

Survival here means simply an incomplete death, not a partial life -- to be trapped in a gap between the living and the dead. If I had a thousand tongues, I would not try to describe the agony!

People admired her poetry, but she knew there were plenty of readers who questioned it. How could she write brokenhearted verse if she never loved? Why did she compose so much about death if she knew little of life?

Stevenson threw back his head and made a slow murmuring sound, If only I could secure a violent death. Pardon? What a fine success! Stevenson continued, spurring Jack into a canter as he lost himself in his thoughts. I wish to die in my boots, you see, Mr. Porter. To be drowned, to be shot, to be thrown from this horse into a ditch, Mr. Fergins--aye, to be hanged, rather than pass through the slow dissolution of illnesses!

No poet is ever really young... Their delicate ears always hear the far-off whisper of death, which coarser souls must travel towards for years before their duller senses touch....

lives when we may begin to see even the commonest animals on their own terms, fellow creatures with their own needs to meet and hardships to bear, joined with us in the mystery of life and death—and frankly, for all of our more exalted endowments, not all that much less enlightened than the sagest of naked apes about the meaning of it all.

There's probably some truth in the idea that killing for sport is an act of rebellion against one's own mortality, as if in possessing the power of death one somehow defeats or deflects it.

In the eyes of some religious conservatives, "the dangerous and sinfull practice of inoculation"1 represented an arrogation of God's unalienable right to deal death to sinners.

Disease and death directly attributable to massive health care policy failure was and remains a far more real danger to American lives than any military enemy.

La Jeune Fille: Va-t'en, ah, va-t'en! Disparais, odieux squelette! Je suis encore jeune, disparais! Et ne me touche pas! » La Mort: Donne-moi la main, douce et belle créature! Je suis ton amie, tu n'as rien à craindre. Laisse-toi faire! N'aie pas peur Viens sagement dormir dans mes bras

We study there a lot because... what other choice does society give us, right? It's Starbucks or death, sometimes.

It was almost funny. Life seemed downright accidental in its brevity, and death a punch line to a lousy joke.

Anxiety, her therapist had told her many times, never killed anyone. It felt like death, but it was an illusion. A terrible illusion that inhabited your body and tried to make it its puppet. It told you nothing mattered because everything was made of fear.

Did I just kill someone? You can't kill a dead person, Callum said. Makes no sense.

These wires run a current through it. When we press the one and the nine at the same time, the current runs through the diamond and it emits a pulse that we can't hear or feel, but it... Explodes ghosts. I prefer to think that it disperses the vestigial energy that an individual leaves behind after death. Or that, I said.

Until Frances Glessner Lee] It used to be that when someone died, there was no set method for examining the body and the scene. All kinds of people would be sent who had no formal training, and they'd contaminate the scene. Sometimes people would be accused of murder when it was an accident and the other way around

Since life requires a specific course of action, any other course will destroy it. A being who does not hold his own life as the motive and goal of his actions, is acting on the motive and standard of death.

To the extent to which a man is rational, life is the premise directing his actions. To the extent to which he is irrational, the premise directing his actions is death.