Quotes About Death

Val: Why do you go out there? Sandra: Because dead people give such good advice. Val: What advice do they give? Sandra: Just one word- live!

The human animal is a beast that dies but the fact that he's dying don't give him pity for others.

What's that smell in this room? Didn't you notice it, Brick? Didn't you notice a powerful and obnoxious odor of mendacity in this room? There ain't nothin' more powerful than the odor of mendacity. You can smell it. It smells like death. —Big Daddy

And so tonight we're going to make the lie true, and when that's done, I'll bring the liquor back here and we'll get drunk together, here, tonight, in this place that death has come into...

I've been accused of having a death wish but I think it's life that I wish for, terribly, shamelessly, on any terms whatsoever.

So we are drawn to graveyards, where we can be close to the dead and ponder their fate as well as our own.

Because death and illness are the most horrible things in life, of course that's where the most absurdly funny things are going to happen.

The price of great love is great misery when one of you dies.

Death is losing its terror. It is the emergency exit for a world that is becoming more frightening death ever was.

Strange, how death had a way of turning a table upside down in an instant. It swept away all the dust that covered treasures, blew the fog from one's view, knocked away facades.

I've also seen people come back from the dead, in more ways than one, and I wonder if they returned because there was some unfinished business to attend to. Maybe they still had lessons to learn.

I know it's a cliché," he said, "but life is short and death comes to us all. So what's the point of living, if we're not going to experience real joy? At least some of the time," he added. "I'm not saying we shouldn't grieve or ever be unhappy—that's part of living, too. But we can't forget the other side of it when times are bleak." "What other side?" I asked. "The beautiful side.

How does he do it? Live. With the fear of death every day. I don't fear death as much as I fear the thought of living.

Who becomes you? No one. No one should become me. When I die, I don't want my body or soul inhabited. I wouldn't wish me on anyone.

I'm going to die a virgin. I like the thought if it. So pure.

Tears are sometimes an inappropriate response to death. When a life has been lived completely honestly, completely successfully, or just completely, the correct response to death's perfect punctuation mark is a smile

He's dead, Jim,

Can we stop calling it a bucket list? Again: implied death," I noted. "I thought it meant all the things you can fi t into a bucket to do." "Um, no, I think it means all the things you can do before you kick the bucket. Which, actually, I think is an allusion to suicide, right? Like, kicking the bucket out from under your feet while you hang. Or maybe someone else is kicking out the bucket.

Can I just say that dying sucks? All that bullshit about seeing the light and having this inner peace, blah, blah, blah. It's crap.

reality was bleak and often unbearable, their puny lives a meaningless trudge toward the blank vault of death.

J'ai lu quelque part que la mort était une société secrète...Ce qui n'est qu'une fin, un pis-aller , et c'est peu dire, pour la plupart des êtres, ne peut-il devenir pour d'autres une vocation? - Quelquefois, et jamais autant que ce soir, je me le suis demandé. Et - comme toutes les vocations - contagieuse.

Ce qui commence par : "Je me hâtais de déplaire exprès, par crainte de déplaire naturellement" (Mauriac) continue par : "Je me hâtais d'échouer exprès,par crainte d'échouer naturellement", et pourrait se terminer un jour par : "Je me hâtais de mourir exprès,par crainte de mourir naturellement" (une phrase d'excellent comique).

On ne sait jamais quand la vie va vous trahir ; inutile de compter sur le lendemain, ni même sur l'heure qui va suivre ; il n'y a de certain que la mort.

wanting to replace him, but not wanting to because of his love for him. It would also have involved an identification with what Freud imagined it would be like to face death.