Quotes About Death

And if anyone asks what became of me, you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple and modest He died.

The modern world, indeed, has been shaped just as much by war capitalism's death as by its birth.

Attachment was my mother, and anger was my father. They both died, so I have nothing to do. Now I do not need to do anything." Meditation will become your very nature when you give up attachment, anger, and pride. Then you will not have to pose for meditation, for your whole life will be a sort of meditation.

Mantra is a spiritual guide which dispels the fear of death and leads one fearlessly to the other shore of life.

Love is not changed by death," read the quote by British poet Edith Sitwell, "and nothing is lost, and in the end, all is harvest.

IN a heartbeat, the diver is reborn, swallowed into another reality, transformed from a shambling monster into a being of weightless grace. Is this what happens to the spirit at death when it flies up to heaven?

Dying did not bother her at all. We had spoken of this a little in the weeks before. For her, death was the portal to my father. She was eager to see him in heaven. Only one thing bothered her: she was worried, incredibly, that my father might not be there.

Hollywood is the only place where you can die from encouragement." Dorothy Parker

Old age is not as honorable as death, but most people want it. –Crow

What a pair we are, intrinsically broken but tied to one another by desire and death.

Dying Is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I have a call.

Everything people did seemed so silly, because they only died in the end.

At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do. --from Daddy, written 12 October 1962

That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses. Save them for my funeral, I'd said.

And I a smiling woman. I am only thirty. And like the cat I have nine times to die. -- from Lady Lazarus, written 23-29 October 1962

When they asked some old Roman philosopher or other how he wanted to die, he said he would open his veins in a warm bath. I thought it would be easy, lying in the tup and seeing the redness flower from my wrists, flush after flush through the clear water, till I sank into sleep under a surface gaudy as poppies.

Good to know that if I ever need attention all I have to do is die.

we shall board our imagined ship and wildly sail among sacred islands of the mad till death shatters the fabulous stars and makes us real. --from Tale of A Tub, written 1956

The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, peephole after peephole--- A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things. --from Insomniac, written April 1961

I didn't want any flowers, I only wanted To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty. How free it is, you have no idea how free—— The peacefulness is so big it dazes you, And it asks nothing, a name tag, a few trinkets. It is what the dead close on, finally; I imagine them Shutting their mouths on it, like a Communion tablet. --from Tulips, written 18 March 1961

Not easy to state the change you made. If I'm alive now, I was dead, Though, like a stone, unbothered by it.

They had to call and call And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls. --From the poem Lady Lazarus, written 23-29 October 1962

The day I went into physics class it was death.

How could I write about life when I'd never had a love affair or a baby or seen anybody die?