Quotes About Death

The death of one man is a tragedy. The death of millions is a statistic.

One death is a tragedy; a million is a statistic.

Death is the solution to all problems. No man-no problem.

The death of one man is a tragedy, the death of millions is a statistic. Quoted by someone with a very sick imagination but misattributed to Stalin

Death solves all problems — no man, no problem. Anatoly Rybakov NOT Josef Stalin

Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori

The passage was underlined. It simply said: "What is it, Catullus? Why do you not make haste to die?" FOURTEEN

lifeless body, lying twisted and

I have been at the bedsides of the dying, who looked puzzled at their family's grief as they left a world in which they had never felt at home.

We are born alone, we live alone, and we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion that for the moment we are not alone." I suppose I was right. Because there I am—most certainly dead and clearly alone. The irony isn't lost on me. I can assure you of that. Yet there is also something else important I want you to take away. I made my living as an actor and film director. My career was built on creating illusions for others and myself.

Not as intolerable as being dead, in my opinion, but I'm very fond of me. I would miss me a lot.

If there was one thing I learned in the last twenty-four hours, it was how short life is – how long death – and how there was never enough love to go around.

I can't deny I was relieved. Not that I really thought something had happened to him, but occasionally bad things do happen to people I know. So far not in Jessica Fletcher epidemic proportions, but let's just say that news of the mysterious death of an acquaintance will never take me by complete surprise.

The trouble with quotes about death is that 99.999 percent of them are made by people who are still alive.

two books besides the Koran. I'd noticed when heading beachward—copies are given away in the lobby for gratis. I want to hoard heaps of these, cairns and dolmens of these—I want to die in this facility wrapped in a rabbinic beard as quilly soft as this duvet so that when Security (dial 0) slams down the door I'll be buried under this monument: 1,001 Korans.

As president, he explained why he would pardon soldiers who deserted for cowardice: "It would frighten the poor devils to death to shoot them.

Here, where the lonely hooting owl Sends forth his midnight moans, Fierce wolves shall o'er my carcase growl, Or buzzards pick my bones. No fellow-man shall learn my fate, Or where my ashes lie; Unless by beasts drawn round their bait, Or by the ravens' cry. Yes! I've resolved the deed to do, And this the place to do it: This heart I'll rush a dagger through Though I in hell should rue it! Often

Um homem de bem, quando não pode mais honrar os compromissos que assumiu, manda em seu lugar o atestado de óbito.

Because it wasn't just the death of a sweet little beast we were marking—it was the death of what we thought we'd been doing, where we'd thought we were living, the death of being able to believe anymore in our innocence and the existence of goodness around us.

Love is further than death.

Night runs with its children, Sleep and Death, with its twins, the true dream and the false one.

But there was a rumble of panic underneath everything. And if it wasn't the fear of death, what was it? She felt it always, the terror, even in the brightest moments. What was it then, when she didn't even care?

What is the difference between being not yet born and having lived, being now dead?

The use of language is all we have to pit against death and silence.