Quotes About Death

We all pay for life with death, so everything in between should be free.

Wouldn't you like to see a positive LSD story on the news? To base your decision on information rather than scare tactics and superstition? Perhaps? Wouldn't that be interesting? Just for once? "Today, a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration – that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There's no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we're the imagination of ourselves. Here's Tom with the weather.

This book is almost entirely about people who lived in small towns a hundred years ago. As much about how they died as about how they lived. But the flash of death illuminated the lifes the victims have lived.

If you can't be free from sin until you die, then Jesus isn't your Savior, death is.

The whole point of this book is that condemnation is not in His heart. As stated earlier, "God takes no pleasure in the death of the wicked" (Ezek. 18:23).

And upsidedown in the earth a dead man walks upon my soles when I walk.

The only response to a child's grave is to lie down before it and play dead.

I think capital punishment works great. Every killer you kill never kills again.

A world without death is a world without time, and that in turn is a world without meaning, at least human meaning.

I'm alergic to dying, I break out in a bad case of death every time it happenes." -Wally McDoogle

There is a deep-seated reason why intelligent, sensible people suddenly recoil from objective evidence when the topic turns to evolution. I think the fear of death has a lot to do with it.

From time to time, I meet someone who will say something like, "I am not afraid of dying." I don't buy it. Everyone is afraid of dying. It's part of the instinct that helps us survive as a species. It's a crucial feature of human evolution. It's also, I strongly suspect, a crucial reason why so many people have trouble believing evolution is true. Life can be ironic like that.

The real hero is the man who fights even though he is scared. Some men get over their fright in a minute under fire. For some, it takes an hour. For some, it takes days. But a real man will never let his fear of death overpower his honor, his sense of duty to his country, and his innate manhood.

Starvation, literal starvation, was doing its deadly work. So depleted and poisoned was the blood of many of Lee's men from insufficient and unsound food that a slight wound which would probably not have been reported at the beginning of the war would often cause blood poison, gangrene, and death," one Confederate general will later write.

The German penchant for detailed record keeping proved to be their undoing: the date and cause of death for each inmate was dutifully recorded.

but to live in constant dread is to die over and over again.

Estimates of the number of people killed by Stalin range from as low as twenty million to as high as sixty-two million "unnatural deaths" during Stalin's time as Soviet leader. The man who is credited with saying that "death solves all problems" and "One death is a tragedy; one million is a statistic" murdered his own citizens through executions, artificial famines, forced-labor camps, incarceration, and torture.

his brain splattered all over the trunk of a car.

If I am killed I can die but once," he is fond of saying, "but to live in constant dread is to die over and over again.

We thought you would not die—we were sure you would not go; And leave us in our utmost need to Cromwell's cruel blow— Sheep without a shepherd when the snow shuts out the sky— Oh, why did you leave us, Eoghan? Why did you die?

The conversation progressed, bumper-car style, to a very heated discussion about death and the survival of the soul. It amazes me that we, as a species, can argue so fervently over something that is, when all is said and done, unknowable and unprovable. Nonetheless, we all arrive at conclusions and cleave to our certainties: that there is nothing but the Void; or that we will find ourselves writing an admissions exam at the Pearly Gates.

It's the mathematical potential for a single game to last forever, in a suspended world where no clock rules the day, that aligns baseball as much with the dead as the living.

Yes, and our kid brother Superhero has died so many times that the readers barely even notice anymore.

I, Master John Hus, in chains and in prison, now standing on the shore of this present life and expecting on the morrow a dreadful death, which will, I hope, purge away my sins, find no heresy in myself, and accept with all my heart any truth whatsoever that is worthy of belief.