Quotes About Death

She sat in a secluded room, she was mad, but she could not accept it; so she was neither sane nor insane. She could not be either until she knew herself, so in limbo she must die. She kept stuffing toilet roll into her mouth. They found her choked to death!

I am a creation of the establishment, I realise I'm not as strong as life itself, but I also realise death will suck me in. The eyes and fingers are pointing in my direction. For me, there is only one way – one road, one signpost; it reads, 'Hell'. It's a one-way ticket; there are no brakes on my vehicle, there is no way out, only one way in.

Madness is a bowl of poison cherries, chew them and die, but you die screaming in agony.

You are born, you live and then you die. But when you forgive you are free to live again!

And Goodness knows The Wicked's lives are lonely Goodness knows The Wicked die alone

They all deserve to die. Tell you why, Mrs. Lovett, tell you why. Because in all of the whole human race Mrs Lovett, there are two kinds of men and only two There's the one they put in his proper place And the one with his foot in the other one's face Look at me, Mrs Lovett, look at you. Now we all deserve to die Tell you why, Mrs. Lovett, tell you why. Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief For the rest of us death will be a relief We all deserve to die.

Because in all of the whole human race Mrs. Lovett, there are two kinds of men and only two There's the one staying put in his proper place And the one with his foot in the other one's face Look at me, Mrs Lovett, look at you. No, we all deserve to die Even you, Mrs Lovett, even I! Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief For the rest of us death will be a relief

Like a fossil tree From which we gather no flowers Sad has been my life Fated no fruit to produce.» Death poem composed by Minamoto Yorimasa immediately before his act of seppuku in the Byodo-in temple of Uji.

Yes, Dan'l Webster is dead — or, at least, they buried him.

On the highest steeps of Space he will have his dwelling-place, In those far, terrific regions where the cold comes down like Death Gleams the red glint of his pinions, smokes the vapor of his breath. Floating downward, very clear, still the echoes reach the ear Of a little tune he whistles and a little song he sings, Mounting, mounting still, triumphant, on his torn and broken wings!

Famed novelist Victor Hugo has reminded us: "It is nothing to die; it is dreadful not to live.

I had never given much thought to how I would die, but dying in the place of someone I love doesn't seem like such a bad way to go.

Death is Peaceful, Life is Harder

Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved.

When my mother passed away several years ago—well, wait a minute. Actually, she didn't 'pass away.' She died. Something about that verb, 'to pass away' always sounds to me as if someone just drifted through the wallpaper. No, my mother did not pass away. She definitely died.

Todo el mundo muere pero no todo el mundo vive".

Ebb and flow … risk and reward … life and death?such was the balance of nature.

The clerk tripped on the carpet, hit a window and went through, carrying with him a vase which had been on the sill. His skull broke like the vase and the vase broke like his skull, and both burst forth water mainly, and from the vase some flowers. If I could choose a death I'd make it something like that, except I'd add a good woman and some lard.

On July 13, 1994, Lint had a near-death experience, followed immediately by death.

Murder's the taking of one man's life by another - war's the other way around.

The law is where reality goes to die.

Life and death have equal authority in nature. When laws contradict so fundamentally they cause mere confusion in the average soul

The lot of man is to suffer and die.What's gone is of no consequence.

You are either alive and proud or you are dead, and when you are dead, you can't care anyway.