Quotes About Death

It was no accident, no coincidence, that the seasons came round and round year after year. It was the Lord speaking to us all and showing us over and over again the birth, life, death, and resurrection of his only begotten Son, our Savior, Jesus Christ, our Lord. It was like a best-loved story being told day after day with each sunrise and sunset, year after year with the seasons, down through the ages since time began.

Before I start painting I have a slightly ambiguous feeling: happiness is a special excitement because unhappiness is always possible a moment later. That's like life: it is so precious because death is always beckoning.

Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark.

What then remains but that we still should cryFor being born, and, being born, to die?

Men fear death as children fear to go into the dark and as that natural fear in children is increased with tales, so is the other

What then remains, but that we still should cry Not to be born, or being born, to die?

MEN fear death, as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children, is increased with tales, so is the other.

Ä°nsanlar?n ölümden korkmas? çocuklar?n karanl?k bir yere girmekten korkmalar?na benzer, çocuklar?n doÄŸal korkusunu masallar nas?l artt?r?rsa, insan?n ölüm korkusu da öyle artar.

MEN fear death, as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children, is increased with tales, so is the other. Certainly, the contemplation of death, as the wages of sin, and passage to another world, is holy and religious; but the fear of it, as a tribute due unto nature, is weak.

Ölmek de doÄŸmak gibi doÄŸal bir ÅŸeydir; yeni doÄŸan bir bebek için, doÄŸmak da ölmek kadar ac? verir.

I have often thought upon death, and I find it the least of all evils.

?esto sam razmišljao o smrti i zaklju?io da je ponajmanje od svih zala.

If you really love life you're walking in the shadow of death all the time...Death is the shadow of life, and the more one is obsessed with life the more one is obsesses with death. I'm greedy for life and I'm greedy as an artist. Francis Bacon in conversation in Daniel Farson

Men fear death, as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children, is increased with tales

My painting is not violent, it's life that is violent. Even within the most beautiful landscape, in the trees, under the leaves, the insects are eating each other; violence is a part of life. We are born with a scream; we come into life with a scream and maybe love is a mosquito net between the fear of living and the fear of death.

Let no man fear to die, we love to sleep all, and death is but the sounder sleep.

All primitive people are frightened of owls,' said Harley. 'The villagers here are scared to death of the gufo. Birds of ill omen. If they see one, they think they'll die. But they never do. See one, I mean, of course,' he added with a laugh.

Jesus did not come back from the grave as a ghost. Nor was it a simple resuscitation of a corpse. Jesus reversed death.

The devil is the source of temptation, but succumbing to temptation is our own doing. Only if we come face to face with our own sinfulness, do we begin to be grateful for the power of God's forgiveness. Only if we recognize the connection between sin and death, do we begin to probe the meaning of Christ's death and resurrection. Only if we experience the evil we have done, do we begin to understand how God has brought redemption out of loss, love out of hatred.

BED. Put to bed with a mattock, and tucked up with a spade; said of one that is dead and buried. You will go up a ladder to bed, i.e. you will be hanged.

The evidence knocked clean out of their hands. Nothing but suspicion left…and you can't arrest a murderer on suspicion, oh dear no! Only felonious loiterer's and housebreakers and low scum like that. Not an artist in death, like Edmund Alfred Bickleigh, Esq. MRCS, LRCP.

Et il y a des gens qui trouvent que tout cela ne grouille pas assez, qui font des vers, de la poésie, de la surréalité, qui en rajoutent. [...] Les réincarnations, les paradis, les enfers, enfin quoi : après la vie, la mort encore à vivre !

No, no, not in the law, it ain't. Not in the end, I mean. When a man is dead, sense must be made of it; and it might

No, no, not in the law, it ain't. Not in the end, I mean. When a man is dead, sense must be made of it; and it might as well be sense as serves the living, for it won't serve the dead, nohow.