Quotes About Death

Though death will cancel it, life in this world is a glorious thing.

It's said that the Fremen scum drink the blood of their dead. Not the blood, sir. But all of a man's water ultimately, belongs to his people - to his tribe./ The human body is composed of some seventy percent water by weight./ A dead man, surely, no longer REQUIRES that water.

Where there is life, there is hope . . . or so the old sayings tell us. But for the truly faithful there is always hope, and it is not determined by either death or life.

Death can be a friend, but only if he comes calling at the right time. —Navachristianity text (disputed translation)

There is no greater evil than killing. I don't care whether they call it war or justice. Life is precious.

He came with death held in his paw Which no rat born could face Oh woe to those who break the law Of Sunflash and his mace!

Bring forth the deadly dagger of death!' Gauchee and Kastern came forward, bearing between them a red silk cushion. On it lay a long dagger which glittered wickedly in the firelight. Rowanoak chanted in the background

would be if someone came to find me.. if I froze in the snow with angel wings pressed into the ground.. my lips a pretty purple-blue.. my eyelids pink and my skin pale.. how beautiful they would say I was.. how perfect.

I close my eyes.. think of how beautiful it would be if someone came to find me.. if I froze in the snow with angel wings pressed into the ground.. my lips a pretty purple-blue.. my eyelids pink and my skin pale.. how beautiful they would say I was.. how perfect.

Because death is fucking predictable... but life has science experiments and free time and surprise naps and who knows what comes next?

Granny used to describing giving your life as ultimate sacrifice, but I don't know about that. Dying is definitely the LAST sacrifice you can make, but sometimes, it's your first one that sets the tone for everything that follows.

When you died, you were supposed to live on in the memories of others. That's what I'd always been told. Didn't matter what you believed, which religion you subscribed to, what god you worshipped. The simple fact was that none of us knew what lay beyond. Immortality and eternal life? The only sure shot at that was the memories of those you left behind - your friends and family...

What a crazy way to be buried, he thought as he hunted. Get your body burned up and then poured into a box that looked like a library book, like your relatives could check you out and take you home for a couple of weeks. Would there be an overdue penalty if they were late bringing back the dead?

I thought about Pic and Jesus, and I thought about how it never ends well for us writer types. Nobody gets out alive, of course, but is it too much to ask that just one of us goes in our sleep with the knowledge that what we did actually mattered

The brains left inside of his cloven skull splatter across the blacktop like some garish Rorschach painting made from oatmeal.

We are frightfully concerned with our own deaths, sometimes so much so that we forget the real purpose of our lives

That's the thing with the dead, they get to say nothing, forever.

To obey to the point of death requires the ability to die, and for this, Jesus had to be human.

To one point of view war meant boom times, intense activities, and good money in the pocket; to another it meant slow death for sacred American ideals. And to still another it meant personal opportunity, with sure advantage coming to him who was canny enough to play the angles correctly.

war is tragedy, it is better to live than to die, young men who go down to dusty death in battle have been horribly tricked.

The only thing that burns in hell is the part of you that won't let go of your life: your memories, your attachments. They burn 'em all away. But they're not punishing you,' he said. 'They're freeing your soul. If your frightened of dying, and your holding on, you'll see devils tearing your life away. If you've made your peace then the devils are really angels freeing you from the earth.

We have a mutual friend, see, and she- Ah, screw it. This is Gideon. When would it be convenient for you to die?

I didn't feel that way about it. I had been playing with death for some time. I can't say we were the best of friends but we were well acquainted.

And when people die, it's so wonderful that they never come back to tell you.