Quotes About Death

Not even old age knows how to love death.

My beautiful soul,"he murmured and caressed my cheek."When you have the ultimate selfless sacrifice it paid my wrong.You proved to be worthy of my devotion.Of Death's...love.

Something must happen; that is the reason for most human relationships. Something must happen; even servitude in love, in war, ordeath.

Without explaining why, and, most of all, without naming other authors or books, I can only say my novels are influenced by love and death.

But grief is the ultimate unrequited love. However hard and long we love someone who has died, they can never love us back. At least that is how it feels.

There are certainties in existence, but love is something much harder to define than light and dark, life and death. I think saying you are "like" someone in love sounds right.

Thinking about death... produces love for life. When we are familiar with death, we accept each week, each day, as a gift. Only if we are able thus to accept life bit by bit does it become precious.

This is not a love story. It is my life, and as such, there is love, loss, war, death, and sacrifice. It's about things that needed to be done and choices made. I regret nothing.

But death does not stand at the end of life, it is all through it. It is the fear of losing, the knowledge of losing that makes love tender.

I am your forest, your earth, your eternity. I am your life. I am your death. I am all things forever and always. Love me. Love me. Forever love me.

I love you, rotten, Delicious rottenness. ...wonderful are the hellish experiences, Orphic, delicate Dionysos of the Underworld.

Love is the crown that glorifies; the curse That brands and burdens; it is life and death. It is the great law of the universe; And nothing can exist without its breath.

Love is the only thing that pays for birth, Or makes death welcome. Oh, dear God above This beautiful but sad, perplexing earth, Pity the hearts that know--or know not--Love!

Love is dead; let lovers' eyes, Locked in endless dreams, The extremes of all extremes, Ope no more, for now Love dies.

When you lose someone you love, you die too, and you wait around for your body to catch up.

When people are alive they love, when they die, they keep loving. If love ends when person dies, that is not real love

Death is the second oldest of the Endless. It's hard not to love her. She loves you, after all.

Love of life at times requires death

Ring out your bells! Let mourning show be spread! For Love is dead.

Never has grief been possessed, never has love been learned, and what removes us in death is not revealed.

Deep love creates deep fear. It looks like death because the I disappears, the you disappears - and it is a sort of death. And when you die, only then do you enter into the divine.

If a shameless woman expects to be defiled and then dies of her fierce love because you do not consent, will chastity also be homicide?

I feel like I write about life and love and death; it's just what I gravitate towards.

I love you, I love you, I love you! And if you ever die on me again, I'll kill you so dead! (Tabitha)