Quotes About Death

the dead far outnumber the living.

I admit that death is not just about you, it's also about the people who love you.

May the culture of life and love render vain the logic of death.

Love is easily killed.

He made me see what Life is, and what Death signifies, and why Love is stronger than both.

Love is cruel as the grave.

By 'Love' people mean a certain kind of monopoly understanding a simple fact: that the moment you possess a living being you have killed him.

The only way to remove pain from death is to remove love from life.

Death has more in common with Love than you might imagine.

Tristan and Isolde were lucky to die when they did. They'd have been sick of all that rubbish in a year.

Most songs are somewhere between love and death, and mine are no exception.

If love is something you cherish, it is hard to glean much joy from death, even in one's enemies.

For me, love must be ugly, looks must be divine, and death must be beautiful.

Make songs for Death as you would sing to Love -But you will not assuage him. He aloneOf all the gods will take no gifts from men.

What is shape without form; What is chaos without order; What is life without death; What is friendship without love; What isn't?

For each of us, time is a thief of flory. What give meaning to our lives and deaths is love and hope, if we are willing to share and accept

When someone you love dies you pay for the sin of outliving her with a thousand piercing regrets.

He killed them with their love.

Only two things are real to me: my love and my death. In between them, I merely exist as a scatter of senses.

We get divorce, we get conned, someone we love dies, or we can't find anybody to love us or somebody breaks our heart and we realize this fairy tale ain't fair. So we suffer.

There are dreadful moments when death comes very near those we love, even if for the time being it passes by. But life is a great adventure, and the worst of all fears is the fear of living.

Each of us, I suppose needs his illusions. Life after death. A maker of planets. A woman to love, a man to hate. Something sacred. But what a waste.

Love, thine is the future. Death, I use thee, but I hate thee. Citizens, there shall be in the future neither darkness nor thunderbolts; neither ferocious ignorance nor blood for blood.

Let me arise and open the gate, to breathe the wild warm air of the heath, And to let in Love, and to let out Hate, And anger at living and scorn of Fate, To let in Life, and to let out Death.