Quotes About Death

Now, as never before, it was clear to him that art is always, ceaselessly, occupied with two things. It constantly reflects on death and thereby constantly creates life.

More vividly than ever before he realized that art has two constant, two unending concerns: it always meditates on death and thus always creates life. All great, genuine art resembles and continues the Revelation of St. John.

Now what is history? It is the centuries of systematic explorations of the riddle of death, with a view to overcoming death.

Art has two constant, two unending concerns: It always meditates on death and thus always creates life. All great, genuine art resembles and continues the Revelation of St John.

The kingdom of plants so easily offers itself as the nearest neighbor to the kingdom of death. Here, in the earth's greenery, among the trees of the cemetery, amidst the sprouting flowers rising up from the beds, are perhaps concentrated the mysteries of of transformation and and the riddles of life that we puzzle over. Mary at first did not recognize Jesus coming from the tomb and took him for the gardener walking in the cemetery.

At the end was someone's garden plot. Leaving his disciples outside the wall, He said, "My soul is sorrowful unto death, Tarry here and watch with me." He renounced without a struggle, As things merely borrowed for a time, His miracle-working and omnipotence, And was now like mortals, like us all.

And, peering into those dark gulfs, Empty, without beginning or end, And sweating blood, he prayed to his Father That this cup of death might pass.

Ma che cos'è la storia? È un dar principio a lavori secolari per riuscire a poco a poco a risolvere il mistero della morte e a vincerla un giorno.

Life takes time. Death, however, reveals itself in an instant.

What's this bit in Chinese that keeps popping up?" he said. "XuÄ• Lóng?" "It's the codename for the operation." "What does it mean?" "XuÄ• Lóng is a mythical Chinese creature said to bring darkness, cold, and death." "What's the translation?" "In English, it would be called a snow dragon.

Moving like a cold wind through the capitals of Europe, Harvath was Death.

Is this what it all comes to? I wondered. Is this how it is supposed to turn out? You have your accidents, your broken bones and diseases, and then there is a strange hairiness that overtakes you and pretty soon you're dead, put in a wooden box and buried under a pile of dirt?

Lucy's eyes in form and colour; but Lucy's eyes unclean and full of hellfire [...] if ever a face meant death - if looks could kill - we saw it at that moment.

Never did tombs look so ghastly white. Never did cypress, or yew, or juniper so seem the embodiment of funeral gloom. Never did tree or grass wave or rustle so ominously. Never did bough creak so mysteriously, and never did the far-away howling of dogs send such a woeful presage through the night.

To die, to be really dead, that must be glorious!

She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.

And, to our bitter grief, with a smile and in silence, he died, a gallant gentleman.

She makes a very beautiful corpse, sir. It's quite a privilege to attend on her. It's not too much to say that she will do credit to our establishment!

As he spoke he smiled, and the lamplight fell on a hard-looking mouth, with very red lips and sharp-looking teeth, as white as ivory. One of my companions whispered to another the line from Burger's Lenore. Denn die Todten reiten Schnell. (For the dead travel fast.)

For life be, after all, only a waitin' for somethin' else than what we're doin'; and death be all that we can rightly depend on.

If ever a face meant death, if looks could kill, we saw it at that moment.

Alone with the dead, I dare not go out!

I ain't afraid of dyin', not a bit, only I don't want to die if I can help it.

It is really wonderful how much resilience there is in human nature. Let any obstructing cause, no matter what, be removed in any way—even by death—and we fly back to first principles of hope and enjoyment.