Quotes About Death

Je voulais vous faire sourire, et mes larmes ont coulé. Je voulais vous faire oublier, et la mort m'a rattrapé. Je voulais vous offrir ce que vous m'avez donné. On ne sait jamais n'est-ce pas ? Il se peut qu'un bien soit notre mal, et qu'un mal soit notre bien. Sait-on jamais ? Je vous offre donc ce sourire, louange à l'Unique de toutes les façons, et que la Paix vous accompagne, et Sa lumière, et Sa chaleur.

What is pure Bill? Or excellent or admirable? The death of a million people in a flood? God evidently through so. He is incapable of acts that are not admirable, and it is He who brought about the Flood. How about the slaying of children in Jericho? There are a few Bible stories that are not as terrible as they are happy. We just prefer to leave out the terrible part, but that only makes the good anemic.

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. Halleluiah amen, you are dismissed.

Suffering is an oxymoron. There is unfathomable peace and satisfaction in suffering for Christ. It is as though you have searched endlessly for your purpose in life and now found it in the most unexpected place: In the death of your flesh. It is certainly a moment worth of laughter and dance. And in the end it is not suffering at all. The apostle Paul recommended that we find joy in it. Was he mad?

What a terrible thing it is for children to see death, you say. We have it all wrong. If you make a child terrified of death, he won't embrace it so easily. And death must be embraced if you wish to follow Christ. Listen to His teaching. 'Unless you become like a child...and unless you take up your cross daily, you cannot enter the kingdom of heaven.' One is not valuable without the other. Janjic Jovic, The Dance of the Dead, 1959

Most people die twice: first when they give up on life, and finally when Death comes to take what's his.

Death is just a shadow, Jamie. I'm not afraid of shadows anymore. You can live with fear if you like, but it only draws more fear. Everything I said is true. All of it.

Most people die twice: first when they give up on life, and finally when Death comes to take what's his.

Terrifying creatures without heads or feet. Death hiding in black shrouds. But the death called Fury had teeth and claws, and they'd tortured and toyed with his mind and body for hours. Manipulated and exposed his deepest fears and doubts, broken his mind and his body. Trust us and we will leave you alone. Surrender to us and we'll keep you safe from harm. We are friends. We are you.

But he'd resisted them, and the more he did, the harsher their attacks became. During the worst of it, he'd begged for death. Death is too small a price for your sins, they'd whispered. They wanted him alive for the final showdown. For the day Haven Valley was destroyed from within. Jamie didn't understand what it meant, but their haunting words filled him with a deeper fear than he'd ever known.

Is the death of the will any less painful than the death of the body? Call it figurative if it makes you comfortable, but in reality the death of the will is far more traumatic than the death of the body.

Yes. Yes, you are right. In the death of the body the nerve endings soon stop feeling. In the death of the will the heart doesn't stop its bleeding so quickly.

Your problem is that you worship the death of the body. You think it's the final watershed that determines everything. It's not. It's no more than the shedding of a costume.

touching God might be like touching a thick shaft of lightning, but one filled with pleasure. It might very well kill you, she said, but at least you'd die with a smile on your face.

You have to let go of what you think you know. There's a narrow Way where all things are possible. The price to walk it is death, which is why it's such a rare find, a treasure buried in a field. Most will never seek it because they're terrified of what they will find.

What attention would death pay to his pathetic voice? He was powerless without her.

where are the gods the gods hate us the gods have run away the gods have hidden in holes the gods are dead of the plague they rot and stink too there never were any gods there's only death

Better be a bloodless carcase than alive with the blood rotting in your body.

Every time you come in yelling that God damn Rise and Shine! Rise and Shine! I say to myself, How lucky dead people are!

Don't look forward to the day you stop suffering, because when it comes you'll know you're dead.

The rest of my days I'm going to spend on the sea. And when I die, I'm going to die on the sea. You know what I shall die of? I shall die of eating an unwashed grape. One day out on the ocean I will die--with my hand in the hand of some nice looking ship's doctor, a very young one with a small blond moustache and a big silver watch. Poor lady, they'll say, The quinine did her no good. That unwashed grape has transported her soul to heaven.

Mendacity is a system that we live in, declares Brick. Liquor is one way out an'death's the other.

And funerals are pretty compared to deaths.

Time goes by so fast. Nothin' can outrun it. Death commences too early--almost before you're half-acquainted with life--you meet the other.