Quotes About Death

Llorarlo es lanzar un puñado de vida a los ojos de la muerte. Sabes que sólo la cegará durante unos instantes, pero te alivia.

In the end, there's no sort of difference between dying from ignorance and dying under the feet of thousands of men who have regained their freedom. You close your eyes, and then there's nothing anymore. And death is never difficult. It requires neither a hero nor a slave. It eats what it's served.

As pessoas bondosas desaparecem depressa. Toda a gente gosta muito delas, a morte também. Só os patifes são resistentes. Esses, em geral, morrem velhos e por vezes na própria cama. Em paz.

When you are dead, you do not know you are dead. It's only painful & difficult for others. The same applies when you are stupid.

La mort, c'est un peu comme la connerie. Le mort, lui, il ne sait pas qu'il est mort. Ce sont les autres qui sont tristes. Le con, c'est pareil.

Desgarra de una vez como un trapo estas sombras, engañoso mendigo, cubierto con harapos, rondador de mortajas: es vergüenza fingir a distancia la muerte, basta con sentir miedo cuando esto sea. Ahora ponte una piel de sol y sal afuera igual que un cazador contra el viento, atraviesa como agua fresca y rápida tu vida".

For me to live is Christ; to die is gain." 1:21

Leave now and live, or stay here and die. Your choice.

Tomb, thou shalt not hold Him longer; Death is strong, but Life is stronger; Stronger than the dark, the light; Stronger than the wrong, the right...

Through thickest gloom look back, immortal shade, On that confusion which thy death has made.

One thing is certain: the time will come when the opinions of priests and doctors must give way to the science of life; for their opinions lead to death and misery, and the science of life is health and happiness.

The silkworm spins out his life, and, wrapping himself in his labor, dies.

He must be really dead to need so desperately to feel alive.

Death undoes us less, sometimes, than the hope that it will never come.

This road No one on it As autumn ends —BASHO, near Kyoto, weeks before his death

Dying is the art we have to master, it seems to say— not death; late love settles into us as spring romances never could.

Behold those times re-created by the brutal power of sunlit images, the light of life's tragedy. The walls of the trial, the field of the firing squad; and the distant ghost of Rome's suburbs in a ring, gleaming white in naked light. Gunshots: our death, our survival.

Io guardo in questi ragazzi il riso dei loro morti quando venivano in chiesa, e, cantando, credevano di essere vivi per sempre. Ma gli anni spariti nel paese non sono mai trascorsi. Questa è una loro alba, e noi, noi siamo i morti.

If I then discovered a cancer in myself and died, I'd consider it a victory of that reality of things.

I only write books about dead people. They can't sue.

According to accepted newspaper clichés, we all go down fighting. The other day I even read that an 18-month-old baby had died after a long battle with cancer. That has become the mandatory phrase for all who expire, disease-ridden. They battled valiantly; they lost. When I finally depart I hope somebody will write, instead, that I died after a long battle with life.

He who does not fear death cares naught for threats.

L'homme ne naît que pour mourir et il n'est jamais si vivant que lorsqu'il meurt. Mais sa vie n'a de sens que s'il donne sa vie au lieu d'attendre qu'elle lui soit reprise.

Cette suprême solitude du suicide, c'était encore trop pour moi ; je préférais mourir avec tout le monde, m'engouffrer dans la mort avec une pleine charretée de copains, si dédaignés, si méprisés l'instant d'avant.