Quotes About Death

If love wasn't the law of life, life would not have persisted in the midst of death.

For love is as strong as death.

That is our 'pointed task. Love & die.

You who suffer because you love, love still more. To die of love, is to live by it.

And because I love this life, I know I shall love death as well.

The only transformer and alchemist that turns everything into gold is love. The only magic against death, aging, ordinary life, is love.

As the presence of those we love is as a double life, so absence, in its anxious longing and sense of vacancy, is as a foretaste of death.

I write of love and death. What other subjects are there?

One common fate we both must prove; You die with envy, I with love.

Music was such a love of mine. It was my way of exploring life, my internal world. To be honest, I don't really know why or why not. It's just seems life without it would be death.

If you do not love, you will not be alive; if you love effectively, you will be killed.

It is to the dead that the life comes; it is to the unloveable that the love comes; it is to the lost that the salvation comes.

It's funny how most people love the dead, once you're dead your made for life.

Afraid to Die Loveless Because I think if you die without knowing love in this life, that's how you'll spend eternity. Alone. Frozen.

If there is no love more in yonder heart, it is but a corpse unburied.

Love means never having to say you're sorry. However, it is with sincere regret that I must now kill all of you.

Being a stranger was like being dead, and brought to mind how, in a book he had read that most folks misunderstood one common state: The flip side of love is indifference, not hate.

I hope death will be a great happiness, a happiness as great as that of love, fulfilled love

Topography is one of my chief themes in my poetry, about the country, the suburbs and the seaside. Then there comes love... and increasingly; the fear of death.

How can we love sin, when we remember that because of our sins Jesus died?

People love to see death. It reminds them that however mean, however low, however horrible their lives become… at least they have one.

Death then, being the way and condition of life, we cannot love to live if we cannot bear to die.

It was a meditation on life, love, old age, death: ideas that had often fluttered around her head like nocturnal birds but dissolved into a trickle of feathers when she tried to catch hold of them.

Love. It's so close to hate, it's almost indistinguishable. But this is how it was for the two of them. Love and hate. Life and death. Joy and anguish.