Quotes About Death

Wir müssen uns Milarepa als glücklichen Menschen vorstellen, so wie Albert Camus uns Sisyphos beschreibt. Auch mein Weg, mein Optimismus, mein Humor, meine Lebensfreude sind zuallererst der Fähigkeit geschuldet, Sinn zu stiften. Sind doch Sinn und das Absurde untrennbar miteinander verwoben. Wie Leben und Tod auch.

Scott ve svém deníku oslavoval hrdinskou smrt. A pÃ…â"¢itom je mnohem snazÅ¡í zemÃ…â"¢ít než žít v bídÄ› a trápení. Utrpení Wildových muž? spo?ívá v tom, že pokra?ují i pÃ…â"¢es vÄ›domí blízké smrti.

My mountain as a symbol for Communist ideals? Nonsense. Yet that seems to be what it is all coming to. I do not consider my death tragic. Tragedy is the death of the soul, not the body. The Chinese had their ladder. I had my spirit.

The train goes slowly. From time to time it stops, so that the dead can be taken off. It stops a lot.

Unser Wissen vom Leben beschränkt sich auf den Tod.

The snow kept on falling, and penetrated so deeply into her prone body that she had no other feeling than that of wanting to die, buried under these adorable snow kisses, to be embalmed in the snow - and then to be swept off, in a final gust, to the land of eternal snow, to the fabled infinite mountains where the darling little adultresses lie in a perpetual swoon, ceaselessly and firmly caressed by all the perverse angels.

How odd it is, that the dead weigh more than the living. You would think it would be the opposite, but it isn't. I think it is because souls give bodies lightness and air. When the soul leaves, the body has nothing left and is desperate to return to the earth. That's why it's so heavy.

Those who did know Jesus - those who followed him into Jerusalem as its king and helped him cleanse the Temple in God's name, who were there when he was arrested and who watched him die a lonely death - played a surprisingly small role in defining the movement Jesus left behing.

Mark's audience was in Rome, where he himself resided. His account of the life and death of Jesus of Nazareth was written mere months after the Jewish Revolt had been crushed

A la mañana siguiente, cuando los romanos llegaron triunfantes a lo alto de la hasta entonces inexpugnable fortaleza de Masada, todo lo que hallaron fue una calma espectral: novecientos sesenta hombres, mujeres y niños muertos. La guerra, finalmente, había acabado.

When Herod the Great died in 4 B.C.E., Augustus split his realm among his three sons

Había entrado en la cocina para buscar un ángulo de tiro y murió sin darse cuenta, como si el movimiento de ir hacia la luz de la ventana lo hubiera sacado del mundo.

Levmur superstitine, lbermur mortis met. (Cicero Fin. 1.63:

Would that the dead were not dead! But there is grass that must be eaten, pellets that must be chewed, hraka that must be passed, holes that must be dug, sleep that must be slept.

to be dead may be nothing, yet who relishes the business of dying?

Fear not, nor be dismayed at the appearance that is darkness, at the disguise that is evil, at the empty cloak that is death, for you have picked these for your challenges. They are stones on which you choose to whet the keen edge of your spirit.

Oh, the different consciousness between the grieving and the dying! One sees midnight, the other joyful sunrise. One sees death, the other Life as never before.

Once we visit death, once we see the beauty waiting for us, our fear's gone. Used to be never a book written, of our experience with dying. Now there are shelves, waiting to be read. The beliefs, the experiences of so many others, now.

Ölümünüzü ciddiye al?n. Ölümünüze giden yolda keyifli olmak, daha az geliÅŸmiÅŸ yaÅŸam formlar? taraf?ndan genellikle anla??lmaz ve bu yüzden size deli derler.

No podrías matar aunque trataras, porque la vida es indestructible. Pero eres libre de creer en la muerte, si insistes».

as sure as death and as inescapable as taxes

No worries about money, success, fear, joy, pain, sorrow, sex, or love. Absolute zero. No father, mother, girlfriend, lover. The dead are orphans. No company but the silence like a moth's wings. - Garraty's thoughts on death and dying, The Long walk

Garraty watched apathetically and thought, even the horror wears thin. There's a surfeit even of death.

Yo comprendo que es morir, me parece-dijo de pronto Pearson-. Ahora lo comprendo. No la muerte en si, a eso todavia no llego; pero entiendo que es morir. Si dejo de caminar, punto final. [...]-Observó a Scramm y, con aire sincero, añadió-: Quizá sea como dices. Quizá no baste, pero...No quiero morir. Scramm le devolvió la mirada con aire casi desdeñoso. -¿Y crees que comprender la muerte va a librarte de morir?