Quotes About Death

Many people would rather die than think; in fact, most do.

Most people would sooner die than think; in fact, they do so.

Death is nothing more than the putting off your overcoat, in which you wandered through the street, when you come inside your house and no longer need its protection. It is nothing more than that--the putting off of a garment because it is no longer wanted, because it is no longer useful for the high purposes of the Spirit.

Death is re-arrangement; it is the disassociation of the compounds whose resultant was life; the breaking up of the complex organic products, and their gradual resolution into the simpler inorganic forms; until the living body, with its compounds of wonderful variety and intricacy, is resolved through stage after stage of ever-increasing simplicity into those ultimate fates of all living things, carbon dioxide, water, and ammonia; and then these re-commence the upward building once more.

The birth of science rang the death-knell of an arbitrary and constantly interposing Supreme Power.

Humans are queer. A man, living and well, is ignored or criticized. Dying or dead, he is noticed and praised. Death sheds a temporary glamour over the poorest soul. It is as though in dying, he has accomplished something which life never gave him.

far too many people die with a heart that's gone flat with indifference, and it surely must be a terrible way to go. Life will offer us amazing opportunities, but we've got to be wide-awake to recognize them.

Mange sider ved mors liv og død kommer til å forbli et mysterium, men mens jeg lå der i sengen og sorterte minnene, var det én ting som sto klart for meg: selv i sine ville stunder, når hun så fyrverkerier eksplodere og håret hennes sto til alle kanter, elsket mamma meg.

I stared at the room full of caskets on display-their lids gaping open like hungry mouths, waiting to swallow up the newly departed. I decided I'd much rather exit this world in a crackle of flames and a swirl of smoke through my ribs than be cooped up for all eternity in a dark box surrounded by puffy white satin.

I wonder if maybe death does that -- turns strangers into friends for a few minutes, or an hour, or maybe even a whole day.

like a deep bruise, the memory of Momma's final day jolts me whenever I bump up against it. I suspect it always will. So much about my mother's life and death would forever remain a mystery

I stared at the room full of caskets on display—their lids gaping open like hungry mouths, waiting to swallow up the newly departed. I decided I'd much rather exit this world in a crackle of flames and a swirl of smoke through my ribs than be cooped up for all eternity in a dark box surrounded by puffy white satin.

I am dying,' she said. 'I want you to paint the goddess on my hand. When I go to that other land I shall hold up my hand—' she held it up 'and greet her. She has given me a good life.'… 'Aye,' said the old woman. 'Imoy, there she is. Here we paint her looking down to see us, but this is better. Her eyes are open, she will know me.

The highest hope of Socrates' peers, of young Athenian men, was to serve Athens by dying for her.

But will somebody please tell me what's a person to do when they're too afraid of life to live and too afraid of death to die?

My father chose acquiescence and life rather than resistance and death. Not a very admirable choice, but a very human one.

women who 'adjust' as housewives, who grow up wanting to be 'just a housewife,' are in as much danger as the millions who walked to their own death in the concentration camps...they ate suffering a slow death of mind and spirit.

Drown, your heart stops. Take a bullet to the brain, your heart stops. Get the holy living hell beat out of you while you sit duct-taped to your wheelchair, your heart stops.

The Death Books Zahra and her forces were hunting were real, and they are referenced in Adams' Congressional testimony, as well. In my humble opinion, a full historical treatment of Henry Adams and his contributions to the race is long overdue, so all of you true historians out there, the ball's in your court.

In fleeing the death and fear being fueled by White Leaguers and kluxers, southern Blacks left the well known for the unknown and never looked back.

Death is as sure for that which is born, as birth is for that which is dead. Therefore grieve not for what is inevitable.

For certain is death for the born And certain is birth for the dead Therefore over the inevitable Thou shouldst not grieve.

For that which is born death is certain, and for the dead birth is certain. Therefore grieve not over that which is unavoidable.

There are two ways of passing from this world - one in light and one in darkness. When one passes in light, he does not come back but when one passes in darkness, he returns.