Quotes About Death

Death is to be feared because of the pain and loss it inflicts through love, and for no other reason.

It would appear that love is dead. Or very likely in a bad way.

It is sacrilege to attempt analysis of birth or love or death. Death and birth, the mysteries! Love, the revelation!

Birth is a dream, spontaneous and innate. Death, on the other hand, is a slow, false, divine calamity. It is like love.

With words alone, Gail Godwin has created an important piece of music about a love which death can only increase and deepen. Yes, and Frances Halsband's illustrations are a haunting countermelody.

This is the story of the curse and the kiss, the demon and the girl. It's a love story with dancing and death in it, and singing and souls and shadows reeled out on kite strings.

The cold, the changed, perchance the dead, anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost,-too many, yet how few!

Grief is fantastical, and loves the dead, And the apparel of the grave.

In connection with death, or birth, or love, modesty is only a rather puerile self-consciousness.

Grief is the price Love pays for being in the same world with Death.

They knew that love snatched in the face of danger and death was doubly sweet for the strange excitement that went with it.

To die for one's country? To die for love? To die for an ideology? But I say unto you that stay away from the death, stay alive!

It's always difficult to watch someone you love die.

floor in a pool of blood. His eyes were open. Blood and saliva trickled from his mouth. The

What will we bury him in?" she asked, struggling with another shovelful of wet dirt.

Prisca faceva il morto nell'acqua limpida come cristallo e strizzava gli occhi per guardare il cielo, diviso esattamente a metà dalla striscia bianca di un aeroplano.

I became quietly seized with that nostalgia that overcomes you when you have reached the middle of your life and your father has recently died and it dawns on you that when he went he took some of you with him.

Bulgaria, I reflected as I walked back to the hotel, isn't a country; it's a near-death experience.

FOR WARREN G. HARDING, the summer of 1927 was not a good one, which was perhaps a little surprising since he had been dead for nearly four years by then.

A manned mission to Mars, called for by the first President Bush in a moment of passing giddiness, was quietly dropped when someone worked out that it would cost $450 billion and probably result in the deaths of all the crew (their DNA torn to tatters by high-energy solar particles from which they could not be shielded).

Getting old is the surest route to dying.

untimely death is a common but really quite inane expression. When ever was a death timely?

We are each so atomically numerous and so vigorously recycled at death that a significant number of our atoms—up to a billion for each of us, it has been suggested—probably once belonged to Shakespeare.

We are each so atomically numerous and so vigorously recycled at death that a significant number of our atoms—up to a billion for each of us, it has been suggested—probably once belonged to Shakespeare. A billion more each came from Buddha and Genghis Khan and Beethoven, and any other historical figure you care to name.