Quotes About Death

To me it appears that the names of those ought to be written in letters of gold, who died so cruel a death, for the service of God and His Majesty, to give light to those who were in darkness, and to procure wealth which all men desire.

It smelled like a slaughterhouse. I was standing in the interrogation room of Saddam Hussein's Abu Ghraib prison on the outskirts of Baghdad. A stench of blood and death permeated my senses, my clothes, my being.

In the end, living is defined by dying. Bookended by oblivion, we are caught in the vice of terror, squeezed to bursting by the approaching end.

The death of a child, the most sorrowful of all the mysteries.

The preachers tell us that pride is a great sin, but the preachers are wrong. Pride makes a man, it drives him, it is the shield wall around his reputation... Men die, they said, but reputation does not die.

The parade led by Evangelists screaming about sin and death and damnation.

When I don't feel hurt, I hope they bury me.

Tu sais, quand j'étais jeune, les gens avaient peur de la guerre atomique. C'était une peur formidable. Mourir à cent ans dans le brasier d'un gigantesque champignon nucléaire, mourir avec la planète... Ça avait tout de même de la gueule. Au lieu de quoi, je vais mourir comme une vieille pomme de terre pourrie. Et tout le monde s'en foutra.

Cred c? dup? moarte nu mai e nimic. Absolut nimic. Cred c? ajungi nemuritor f?cînd copii, care ei înÅŸiÅŸi vor aduce pe lume alÅ£i copii ÅŸi aÅŸa mai departe... Ei transmit în timp mica noastr? tor??." Surs?: individ chestionat la întîmplare pe strad?.

N"ayez pas peur du kamikaze. Ce qui l'intéresse dans le risque de mort, ce n'est pas le risque, c'est la mort. Ce qu'il aime dans la guerre, ce n'est pas "vaincre ou mourir" mais mourir et ne surtout pas vaincre. Sa grande affaire, ce n'est pas, comme dit Clausewitz, proportionner des efforts à la force de résistance de l'ennemi, le renverser, le réduire - mais mourir. (ch. 16 Debray, Kojève et le prix du sang)

Roland was one of the lucky hedonists to survive El Diablo which swooped in to kill so many of them So many deaths ruined any sense of nostalgia, sadly, remembering the past also meant Remembering the Dead

then her mother died, devoured from the inside by the ruthless, ravenous, carnivorous disease that started off with one organ before moving on to destroy the others

but Rabbi Simeon was condemned to death, a sentence which he evaded and escaped by immediate and timely flight, accompanied by his son Eliezar.

she swung like a pendulum, ticking away the seconds until she would be dead.

Joe lulls the man into the afterlife, places his head gently on the ground, closes the lids over his empty eyes, retrieves his gun and continues to fight for a freedom he would never be fully entitled to.

In other words, we have a major American (and global) industry whose business model is designed to attract young people to their products, chemically addict them, cause them terrible suffering and death, and then pass the hundreds of billions a year in medical costs on to the taxpayers.

The motives for sitting up nights on end with the dying are often dubious. A repentant son who never visited his mother more than once a year now takes the opportunity to punish himself for his neglect by not stirring from her side for nights on end, though the poor woman is hardly there any longer in her dying body. For just as at birth we die head first.

The patient suffers; the family threatens; the colleagues frown; the nurse laughs; Death grins; and the young doctor dances a crazy jig amid the tumult, though once he dreamed he would glide along the floor with Death in a perfectly controlled tango.

Usually, people die unknowingly. Come to think of it, can you die knowingly? Putting it akwardly: We are died as we are delivered. Nobody delivers himself on this planet, just as nobody dies himself off it. So dying is hard to define. The most satisfactory idea is that of a struggle near the exit, after which you are let through.

Every time they have time to queue up and come slow-rolling through, plenty of people get killed. The most hopeless feeling in the world is when you just have to sit there and wait for it, knowing you're either going to be dead in a couple of seconds, or you're still going to be one of the lucky ones, one of the breathing ones who came through it.

Don't be afraid of death so much as an inadequate life.

Corpses sour you. They are bad for objectivity.

Von den Leben, die hellen. Von den Toden, die schnellen ORGES WÜNSCHLISTE

Do not fear death so much, but rather the inadequate life