Quotes About Death

Crezusem c? a face copii e cel mai bun mijloc de a învinge moartea. Nu e câtu?i de pu?in adev?rat. Po?i s? mori împreun? cu ei, ?i asta e ca ?i cum nici unul dintre voi nu ar fi existat vreodat?.

A? vrea s? tr?iesc în lumea virtual?, dar am s? mor în cea real?.

E u?or s? fii un viitor mort. Mai greu e s? fii un mort prezent. Trebuie s? continui s? tr?ie?ti pân? în momentul în care nu mai tr?ie?ti.

La mort est le seul rendez-vous qui ne soit pas noté dans votre organizer.

So, having dried my tear-swollen eyelids, I take up my pen to inquire of you, are you alive or did you die? If you are dead, please let me know, and I will tell the cook, for ever since she heard about it she has been saying her prayers.

To die is man's finest action - and what might be his worst? To be born.

There is no such thing as inner peace. There is only nervousness and death.

There is no such thing as inner peace. There is only nervousness or death. Any attempt to prove otherwise constitutes unacceptable behavior.

Death was not a person… with a devil one could talk, with the worst of monsters one could reach some sort of understanding, make some kind of bargain… Death was horrible just because it was nothing, because it had no existence, because it smothered all it touched, turned everything to emptiness.

Ellos no saben lo que es la vejez. Vosotros no podéis imaginar este suplicio: no haber tenido nada de la vida y no esperar nada de la muerte. Que no haya nada al otro lado del mundo, que no exista explicación alguna, que la palabra del enigma no nos sea revelada jamás...

Sião ressurgiu dos crematórios e ossuários. A nação judaica ressuscitou desses milhões de mortos. É através deles que ela está viva outra vez. Não sabemos o preço de uma só gota de sangue, de uma única lágrima. Tudo é graça. Se o Eterno é o Eterno, a ele pertence a última palavra sobre cada um de nós.

A mother-in-law dies only when another devil is needed in hell.

People who are afraid of death are afraid of lif

Science without conscience is the death of the soul.

If you unfortunately visit a patient and find him dead, and they ask you why you came, say you knew he would die that night, but want to know at what hour he died.

She wanted there to be more blood and screeching. She wanted each death to detonate before her like a little black firework. She wanted it to matter. There was bellowing all around her, but the killing itself was soft and quiet and matter of fact. Life to death, life to death, with no more drama than turning over a counterpane.

But then again, the dead are often easier to praise than the living.

He has been dying for a very, very, very long time, and his span came to an end as all eras must.

I died recently, and I am in no hurry to enjoy the experience again just yet.

It was not the first time Faith had been alone with the dead of course. She had watched five younger brothers wane, felt the trusting pressure of their small hands in hers. And later, each time, she had done her part in keeping watch over the body for the wake. There always needed to be somebody watching over the newly dead, just in case they turned out not to be dead after all. It was best to know these things before anyone was actually buried.

And the bones fell to the ground, and other bones fell on top of them, and yet more bones, until there were whole hills and cliffs made of them. Death upon death upon death upon death. And two-legged animals dug up old bones and wondered at them. And then they died as well and lay there, like a rat in the sawdust, waiting to become old bones.

How does it feel, whispered Faith, to come back to your memories and find yourself missing and a dead person in your place?

La muerte es el fin de toda angustia, el más tranquilo sueño, el eterno descanso. El que ha gozado debe retirarse de la vida como huésped satisfecho; el que ha sufrido, recibir gustoso a la que viene a cortar el hilo de sus desaventuras. [pp.150]

La conciencia de lo fácil que era morir me erizó la piel. Aunque lo sabía por experiencia propia, me impresionaba que la frontera entre la vida y la muerte fuera tan fina. La fragilidad de la vida. [pp.151]