Quotes About Death

What end but love, that stares death in the eye? Sing me a song to make death tolerable, a song of a man and a woman: the riddle of a man and a woman.

Während Obergruppenführer Kammler damit beschäftigt war, viermal an vier verschiedenen Orten den unterschiedlichsten Todesursachen zu erliegen.

his war against modernism and its worship of the spirit of the age. He restored the splendor of truth in his defense of orthodoxy and the splendor of the liturgy in his restoration of tradition. He fought the wickedness of the world in his unremitting and uncompromising battle against the dictatorship of relativism and its culture of death.

But the first the general public learned about the discovery was the news of the destruction of Hiroshima by the atom bomb. A splendid achievement of science and technology had turned malign. Science became identified with death and destruction.

So they bring our poor Andreas into the vestry, and unfortunately he's no longer capable of speech, all he can do is reach for the left inside pocket of his jacket where he has the money he owes the little creditress, and he says: 'Miss Thérèse!' - and he sighs once, and he dies. May God grant us all, all of us drinkers, such a good and easy death!

Voglia Dio concedere a tutti noi,a noi bevitori,una morte così lieve e bella

The weeping willows, on the other hand, are evocative of death. They are a little contrived, a little exaggerated, still green in the middle of all the colors of autumn, and there is a human pathos to them.

Que Dios nos dé a todos los bebedores una muerte así de hermosa y fácil!»).

Ich glaube, der Krieg hat uns verdorben. Gestehen wir, dass wir zu Unrecht zurückgekommen sind. Wir wissen so viel wie die Toten, wir müssen uns aber dumm stellen, weil wir zufällig am Leben geblieben sind.

Carl Joseph turned red. It seemed as if his father, the rain, the clocks, people, time, and nature itself were determined to make his trip even more difficult. On those afternoons when he had managed to visit the living Frau Slama, he had also listened for the golden stroke of the bells, as impatient as today, but intent on not finding the sergeant in. Those afternoons seemed buried behind many decades. Death overshadowed and concealed them, Death

Allora, prima della grande guerra, all'epoca in cui ebbero luogo i fatti di cui si narra in queste pagine, non era ancora indifferente se un uomo viveva o moriva. Quando qualcuno spariva dalla schiera terrestre non veniva subito rimpiazzato da un altro affinché il morto venisse dimenticato: restava un vuoto, e i testimoni vicini e lontani del declino ammutolivano alla vista di quel vuoto.

There is a fear of voluptuousness that is itself voluptuous, just as a certain fear of death can itself be deadly.

I am alone. My heart beats only for myself. The strikers mean nothing to me. I have nothing in common with the mob, nor with individuals. I am a cold person. In the war I did not feel I was part of my company. We all lay in the same mud and waited for the same death. But I could think only about my own life and death. I would step over corpses and it oftened saddened me that I could feel no pain.

Our grandfathers didn't leave us much strength, not enough strength to live with, but just about enough to die a meaningless death. Ach!

It flapped madly until Fallen Leaves killed it with a single strike.

He watched as Oakheart staggered and fell, and finally as the light went out of the RiverClan deputy's eyes.

Bramblestar is dead," he announced. "For good. StarClan has forgotten us." "No!

Dangling Leaf tipped his head. "Do you know Micah's dead?" he asked Cow. Moth Flight flinched, but Cow returned his inquisitive gaze steadily. "Yes." Dusk Nose nudged her brother. "You can't ask questions like that, Shade Pelt. It's rude." "Raven Pelt says we can ask anything we like," Dangling Leaf

I'll be proud to stand with the warriors of ThunderClan and fight him to the death.

The clouds are stained with blood!" rasped Barkface, his eyes wide and glazed. "It is a sign from our ancestors. There is trouble ahead. This day shall bring an unnecessary death.

will avenge your death," he promised softly.

Fireheart could not stop the words from tumbling out even though he knew the old medicine cat's breathing had faded into everlasting silence. Yellowfang was dead.

Floss is dead.

The young brown tabby got deliberately to his paws and picked his way through the surrounding cats until he stood in front of Tigerclaw. "I looked up to you," he meowed in a clear, level voice. "I wanted to be like you. But Redtail was my mentor. I owe him more than any cat. And you killed him." Grief and fury made his limbs shake, but he kept going. "You killed him and betrayed the Clan. I'd rather die than follow you." He turned and stalked away.