Quotes About Death

How could we have been afraid of her? She was only dead. It's the living we fear.

He will lift up the limp bodies of the rabbits and show me how he caught them square between the eyes, and the bright bodies of male and female pheasants with shot in the breast and their necks hanging broken and their eyes half open in the voluptuous death he loves. He will be a knife leaning above me as he kisses me.

If seeing her an hour before her last Weak cough into all blackness I could yet Be held by chalk-white walls - The Consumptive. Belsen 1945

Through her, in microcosm, the wide earth sobbed. The starglobe sank in her; the colours faded. The death-dew rose and the wild birds in her breast climbed to her throat and gathered songless, hovering, all tumult, wing to wing, so ardent for those climes where all things end.

Before it had awoke to die on the instant of its waking, a score of bells and clocks had shouted midday and for a minute after its death, from near and far the clappers in their tents of rusted iron clanged across Gormenghast.

Blake When I remember how his spirits throve Amid dark city streets he did not see Because his eyes were veiled with poetry And at his heart the Prophets wings were wove, When I recall the squalor of his days And then remember what rare fire was spent When amid quenchless words he died, I praise Whatever Gods we're his, in wonderment

Aimer et mourir Au pays qui te ressemble

As a former pilot in World War I, Walter had always preferred flying as a means of travel, rather than going by sea. Whenever he was in the Dakota, flying over to Northern Ireland, he always asked for the front seat, joking that if it crashed then he wanted to die first.

Ed Amies, one of my oldest and closest friends, told my simply that: "So often, God's callings have a birth, a death, and then a resurrection." I had had the birth, and had got stuck into Selection; I had had the death, at that fateful dam in the Welsh mountains--now was a logical time for the resurrection. If my faith stood for anything it was this: miracles really can happen.

I'm afraid to live and afraid to die.

My Great-aunt Squintina (grand-mother of Cousin Tabitha Twitchit) -- died of a thimble in a Christmas plum pudding. I never put any article of metal in MY puddings or pies. (Explained by the very elegantly attired Duchess, at a luncheon party.)

Love empowers us to live fully and die well. Death becomes, then, not an end to life but a part of living.

consider the possibility that to love blackness is dangerous in a white supremacist culture- so threatening, so serious a breach in the fabric of the social order, that death is the punishment.

Our cultural obsession with death consumes energy that could be given to the art of loving.

Death is among us. To see it always and only as a negative subject is to lose sight of its power to enhance every moment.

here in this untouched wood a dirge a lamentation for earth to live again earth that is all at once a grave a resting place a bed of new beginning

Everyone needs to be in touch with the needs of their spirit. This connectedness calls us to spiritual awakening - to love. In the biblical book of John, a passage reminds us that 'anyone who does not know love is still in death.

This nameless angel gave Kubler-Ross the most valuable lesson of her life, telling her: Death is not a stranger to me. He is an old, old acquaintance. It takes courage to befriend death. We find that courage in life through loving.

love is the only force that allows us to hold one another close beyond the grave. that is why knowing how to love each other is also a way of knowing how to die.

Death is always there to remind us that our plans are transitory. By learning to love, we learn to accept change. Without change, we cannot grow. Our will to grow in spirit and truth is how we stand before life and death, ready to choose life.

Krishna: "The wise grieve not for those who live; and they grieve not for those who die—for life and death shall pass away.

It should be for you a sacred day when one of your people dies. You must then keep his soul as I shall teach you…for if this soul is kept, it will increase in you your concern and love for your neighbor.

Oh yes, you know that men are dying, dying in their thousands day after day. Everybody knows that. But you don't know what it's like. You could spend the rest of your life trying to imagine it but you'd never get even close. …Let me tell you, Kingsley, nothing, no words in the English language or any other bloody language for that matter, could ever describe what it's like.

No it was my choice. It's what I wanted to do. And I knew they'd probably send me to Iraq. It's not like anybody lied to me. She groans. Billy, all these mofos ever do is lie. You think if they halfway told the truth we'd even be in a fucking war? You know what I think, I think we don't deserve to have you guys die for us. No country that lets It's leaders lie like that deserves a single soldier to die for it.