Quotes About Death

The question about man's own being, in which the specific being in life assumes such decisive importance even if it is seen as a nullity, becomes a moot question. The concrete course of life is no longer important. If death only brings us a new being (which in fact is our original being), existence has been leveled out, and it does not matter whether human life is long or short.

The real horror of the concentration and extermination camps lies in the fact that the inmates, even if they happen to keep alive, are more effectively cut off from the world of the living than if they had died, because terror enforces oblivion.

It's yer wife, Connall! She'll be the death o' me, I'm sure. Between the scares with her accidents and—sweet Jesus! Me heart stopped when she tripped up on the stairs in the keep, then again when she tumbled down the chapel steps, and then there's her shenanigans tonight. I'm sure I've aged ten years since she arrived and I'm an old man to begin with." "All

When death comes, she said, all that matters is this: to be next to one another. My mother was wearing a silk dress, and as she pressed her fingers into his, all of my father's adventures and hard living melted away. He knew that he had met the woman he would love until he couldn't love anymore.

I only do His will, replied Death. I am his gardener. I take all His flowers and trees, and transplant them into the gardens of Paradise in an unknown land. How they flourish there, and what that garden resembles, I may not tell you.

Pop, pop, sounded in the air, and the two wild geese fell dead among the rushes, and the water was tinged with blood.

No death is sweeter than this, and no rose redder than the blood that flows.

Then she saw a star fall, leaving behind it a bright streak of fire. "Someone is dying," thought the little girl, for her old grandmother, the only one who had ever loved her, and who was now dead, had told her that when a star falls, a soul was going up to God.

Suddenly an ice-cold wind went through the vast hall, and the blind mother could feel that Death had arrived. 'How have you been able to find your way here?' he asked, 'how have you been able to get here faster than I have?' 'I'm a mother, she said.

His wedding morning would bring death to her, and she would change into the foam of the sea.

In the dawn of morning there lay the poor little one, with pale cheeks and smiling mouth, leaning against the wall; she had been frozen to death on the last evening of the year . . . No one imagined what beautiful things she had seen, nor into what glory she had entered with her grandmother, on New-year's day.

General Tanz was as punctual as Radio Berlin, the State Railways, or death itself.

Even manifestly senseless suffering and death can have a meaning, can acquire a meaning. a hidden meaning.

Another weird thing about funerals: Wear black but kill something as colorful as flowers to decorate.

Death sucks. Death sucks, mostly because it forces those who stay behind to survive. Death isn't merciful enough to take you too. Instead, death constantly jams down your throat the awful lesson that life does indeed go on, no matter what.

Death is so close, always, a breath away, so perhaps it was wise to introduce children to that concept at an early age. Maya

?piewa?, ?e mo?emy by? tacy, jak oni, jak Romeo i Julia. Innymi s?owy - martwi.

Well now everything dies, baby that's a fact. But maybe everything that dies, someday comes back. — Bruce Springsteen, "Atlantic City

Death is so close, always, a breath away, so perhaps it was wise to introduce children to that concept at an early age. Maya filled her head with inanities like this as she watched Joe's casket disappear into the earth. Distract yourself. That was the key. Get through it. The black dress itched. Over the past decade, Maya had been to a hundred-plus funerals, but this was the first time she'd been obligated to wear black. She hated it. To

When Nash was ten, he asked his father what happens to us when we die. His father said that Shakespeare probably said it best, that death was "the undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns." In sum, how can we know? The

War is never a meritocracy for the casualties. Shane's

None of us are truly contained. Death ripples, echoes.

But here's my problem: My son, my Mikey, is still dead. And here you are, David, living and breathing and enjoying a fucking pizza.

Death is a billion-dollar business. They can't even pass a law where it takes seven days to get a gun. Why don't you have to go through the same kind of screening you do to get a driver's license? It's totally insane.