Quotes About Death

I was not likely to join a cult. That was not the danger I felt in glimpsing the feet of the dead, the bucket from which they drank. It was the proven fact, in the photographed feet, that you could drink death and join it.

The special connection to reality, "with which all photography is endowed," according to Rosalind Krauss, does not quite apply. It does and does not apply. Krauss likens photography to fingerprints. To the rings that cold glasses leave on tables. A photograph, she writes, is closer to a death mask or the tracks of a gull on a beach than it is to a painting or sculpture. It's the residue of things we see, rather than a reconstruction of things we see.

Women have always been present at these times, at death and birth and in many of the other transitions in life. Women have gathered at the transitions, as comforters and companions, as witnesses, to mark the importance of the moment.

Death scared me because I feared nothingness. If I had been nothing before I was born, then I could imagine that I would be nothing once I died.

Nothing makes any sense. Nothing means anything. You're born, you live, you die. That's it.

How easy to be a bird or an animal, living from day to day, unaware you're alive, unaware that one day you will die.

It's okay to talk about it. Death is so normal, I don't know why everyone gets so hung up about it. We all have to deal with it. Most people that you talk to have lost someone, but nobody talks about it.

However cozy things seemed, the facts of life were the same. You couldn't escape death: It would get us all in the end.

You can not escape death: the end always reach you.

No se puede escapar a la muerte: al final siempre te alcanza.

Oh, yes -- very easy to talk about death, but not so easy to manage the dying.

Won't let the creeping ivy Won't let the nervous bury me Our veins are thin Our rivers poisoned We want the sweet meat We want the young blood

In a span of months she had present for birth and for death, the wondrous first breath and the horrible last. But wasn't it an honor to be there at the end of life as well as the beginning? To mark the extraordinariness of a lifetime, to bear witness to its completion?

It was an epitaph in an Irish cemetery and it just seems to fit perfectly. It says, 'Death leaves a heartache difficult to heal. Love leaves sweet memories impossible to steal.

Death leaves a heartache difficult to heal. Love leaves sweet memories impossible to steal

I used to sit and cry and hold a loaded gun up to my head but I chose a slower way of being dead

Entre más recordamos, más cerca estamos de la muerte.

I am not one of your repentant sinners, Kenneth. I have lived my life—God, what a life!—and as I have lived I shall die, unflinching and unchanged. Dare one to presume that a few hours spent in whining prayers shall atone for years of reckless dissoluteness? 'Tis a doctrine of cravens, who, having lacked in life the strength to live as conscience bade them, lack in death the courage to stand by that life's deeds. I am no such traitor to myself.

A man may not fear to die, and yet be appalled by the form in which death comes to him.

When Emperor Shun died in 144, the government came into the hands of his widowed Empress Liang, now regent Dowager, and her brother Liang Ji. The emperor's only son died in infancy a few months after his father's death, and in such circumstances the Dowager had absolute right to choose any male of the imperial clan for the succession. The Dowager and her brother selected the seven-year-old Liu Zuan, but after he showed signs of resenting their control he became ill and died.

Death and destruction are necessary to the health of the world, and therefore as natural, and lovable, as birth and life. Only priests and born cowards moan and weep over dying. Brave men face it with approving nonchalance.

Death is the side of life which is turned away from us.

The fear factor is a very powerful weapon. It makes people do what they would not normally do. They would jump out from the 20th floor of a building to face certain death if the building is on fire because of the fear of getting burned alive. Both ways you die. But the fear of dying in a fire is stronger than the fear of dying from the fall. So they jump and die.Is that sensible? There is nothing sensible when it comes to fear. Fear overrides common sense.

A comfortable rut and a grave are very much alike. The only real difference is the dimensions.