Quotes About Death

We each die countless little deaths on our way to the last. We die out of shame as humiliation. We perish from despair. And, of course, we die for love.

one pities most those who loved, and still died. Only those who love, dread death.

To Beatrice- My love flew like a butterfly Until death swooped down like a bat As the poet Emma Montana McElroy said: 'That's the end of that.

In this uncertain space between birth and death, especially here at the end of the world in Moonlight Bay, we need hope as surely as we need food and water, love and friendship.

The living blind and seeing Dead together lie As if in love . . . There was no more hating then, And no more love; Gone is the heart of Man.

Let us clear a little space, And make Love a burial-place. He is dead, dear, as you see, And he wearies you and me.

Love can do all but raise the Dead.

I have a bad habit, in the shows that I run, of killing off the people that I love.

I saw my own blood and I thought, how could I live in a world where this exists- where love can become death?

But the way I see it, dying without knowing love would be a tragedy.

There is no passion in the mind of man so weak, but it mates and masters the fear of death . . . Revenge triumphs over death; love slights it; honor aspireth to it; grief flieth to it.

The secret of love is acceptance, acceptance of our finite self, of our life, our birth ... our death.

Without enlightenment, everything in life is harsh. Sooner or later you see everyone you love die, unless you die first, of course. This causes you to suffer.

That our affections kill us not, nor dye.

And I, could I stand byAnd see you freeze, Without my right of frost, Death's privilege?

Lover, " she whispers, and closes her eyes.It falls upon her.Love is like dying.

I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for religion - I have shuddered at it. I shudder no more - I could be martyred for my religion - Love is my religion - I could die for that.

Without love, our earth is a tomb

...and when he dies, cut him out in little stars, and the face of heaven will be so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no heed to the garish sun.

Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death.

In this part of the story I am the one whodies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, because I love you, Love, in fire and in blood.

Rick Yancey, The Infinite Sea

I died of a broken heart.Oh! And the gunshot wound to the chest!

A time is coming when the whole round world will know that God reigns and that God is Love, when hell and heaven, life and death, sin and salvation, will be read and understood aright at last.