Quotes About Death

that calm face. Nor could he shut out the sound of those words, 'I am ready, doctor. Just lay me down easy. Anywhere. I am ready.' Ready for death? This

Vamps who are dying, or think they are, give a piercing, eardrum-bursting shriek, like the love child of a screech owl and a mountain lion on crystal meth, amplified like a seventies rock band.

I felt Leo's hand on my face, cool and smooth and utterly inhuman. He stroked back my hair, and his voice was curiously gentle when he said, "I would have been most . . . discommoded had you died." "Yeah. That's why I stay alive," I said, my native snark coming back online, as if I had rebooted that file, "to keep you from being 'discommoded'." I'd have to look that one up.

And if selfishness and a lack of sexual discernment was to be judged a good enough reason to murder someone, then the death rate would surely sky-rocket.

Desire" I have certainly no faith in miracles, yet I long that when death comes to take me from this great song of a world, it permits me to return to your door and knock and knock and call out: "If you need someone to share your anguish, your simplest pain, then let me be the one. If not, let me again embark, this time never to return, in that final direction, forever.

It is the dignity with which one goes to his death that is remembered by all, What of life, it comes and goes

Read Until You Understand is structured around specific concepts, themes, and ideals. These have been chosen from a myriad of possibilities because they most consistently emerge in literature written by Black American authors. They also have the potential to transcend the differences that divide us. All people feel despair, long for love, create beauty, and face death.

James will be die

animal. In the end it was his passion that did him in.

It was cruelly ironic that his brilliant brain cells eventually led to his demise.

slightly agape, the hair pulled off the face. The woman appeared to be around forty. Even without benefit of color, he had seen enough postmortem photos to know what he was studying. "Rina

la guerra convierte esas evanescentes diferencias en un abismo insondable. La vida y la muerte dejan de ser especulaciones de la razón para transformarse en un dilema urgente, inmediato, desesperado. La vida pasa a ser un cristal frágil y la muerte una posibilidad cercana. Sin

El ser humano y la muerte nunca llegan a conocerse. Nadie asiste a su propio funeral.

Adesso ella intravvedeva, più distintamente di prima, una cosa orribile: la morte di quell'amore... [...]. No; l'errore era stato suo, nell'aver prestato fede a quell'uomo. Scettico e ambizioso, declamatore e vano, ella lo vedeva qual era.

Everyone understands the pain that accompanies death, but genuine pain doesn't live in the spirit, nor in the air, nor in our lives, nor on these terraces of billowing smoke. The genuine pain that keeps everything awake is a tiny, infinite burn on the innocent eyes of other systems.

Quiero dormir un rato, un rato, un minuto, un siglo; pero que todos sepan que no he muerto; que haya un establo de oro en mis labios; que soy un pequeño amigo del viento Oeste; que soy la sombra inmensa de mis lágrimas

El más terrible de todos los sentimientos es el sentimiento de tener la esperanza muerta.

If lilies would grow backwards, if roses would grow backwards, if all those roots could see the stars & the dead not close their eyes, we would become like swans.

Life is not a dream. Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! We fall down stairs and eat the moist earth, or we climb up to the snow's edge with the choir of dead dahlias. But there is no oblivion, no dream: raw flesh. Kisses tie mouths in a tangle of new veins and those who are hurt will hurt without rest and those who are frightened by death will carry it on their shoulders.

Duerme, vuela, reposa: ¡También se muere el mar!

Emilio, Enrique, Estaban los tres enterrados: Lorenzo en un seno de Flora; Emilio en la, yerta ginebra que se olvida en el vaso, Enrique en la hormiga, en el mar y en los ojos vacíos de los pájaros.

Trasmundo Despedida Si muero. dejad el balcón abierto. El niño come naranjas. (Desde mi balcón lo veo.) El segador siega el trigo. (Desde mi balcón lo siento.) ¡Si muero, dejad el balcón abierto!

Nos espera una larga locura de luceros que hay detrás de la muerte. ¡Corazón, no desmayes!

No duerme nadie por el mundo. Nadie, nadie. No duerme nadie. Hay un muerto en el cementerio más lejano que se queja tres años porque tiene un paisaje seco en la rodilla;