Quotes About Death

Dying is everything they were looking for in life.

Katie: We live; we die. Always right on time, not one moment sooner or later than

Poetry is the language of intensity. Because we are going to die, an expression of intensity is justified.

Is he dead? [Hero Devlin] Alexi knelt in the snow beside the still body. Not yet. But he will be soon. Hero sucked in a deep breath tainted with the stench of fresh blood and burning fur. Good. Alexi looked up at her. Your muff is on fire. Drat, said Hero, dropping the flaming fur into the melting snow. I just purchased it.

the existential paradox we all experience; we feel that we are immortal, yet we know that we will die.

Don't ever get old. With each year that passes, the old Viking idea of jumping off a cliff to one's death looks better and better. The only thing to hope for is that you get so senile that you think you're twenty years old again. That would be fun to relive.

antes de perder el conocimiento, se había preguntado cuántas mujeres a lo largo de la historia habrían acabado su vida con esa misma imagen delante: la cara del hombre con el que se habían casado, con los rasgos desfigurados por la ira, asesinándolas.

it's telling yourself that you want the things that society tells you you should want. women thikn that survival depends on conformity. but for some women, conformity is death. it's a death to the soul. the soul, she said, is a precious thing. when you live a lie, you damage the soul.

So much of being a woman is telling lies, isn't it?" Victory asked. "It's telling yourself that you want the things that society tells you you should want. Women think that survival depends on conformity. But for some women, conformity is death. It's a death to the soul. The soul," she said, "is a precious thing. When you live a lie, you damage the soul.

Coroners made Al Garcia jumpy; they always got so cheery when somebody came up with a fresh way to die.

Mr. B. D. Harper's death was a milestone. It may have seemed an atrocity to you; to us, it was poetry. Contrary to what you'd like to believe, this was not the act of a sick person, but the raging of a powerful new underclass. Mr. Harper's death was not a painful one, but it was unusual, and we trust that it got your attention. Soon we start playing for keeps. Wait for number three! El Fuego, Comandante, Las Noches de Diciembre

died during a hard freeze, was

cell phone the night he died. She'd obtained this key information

He nearly died.' 'Yeah, because he's a fool,' Mickey said. 'There's no known cure for that.

As he was pulled underwater for the final time, terror gave way to abject humiliation: he was being fucked to death by a damn fish.

The reappearance of the crescent moon after the new moon; the return of the Sun after a total eclipse, the rising of the Sun in the morning after its troublesome absence at night were noted by people around the world; these phenomena spoke to our ancestors of the possibility of surviving death. Up there in the skies was also a metaphor of immortality.

The secrets of evolution, are time and death. There's an unbroken thread that stretches from those first cells to us.

When I wake up I go through an abbreviated process of mourning all over again. Plainly, there's something within me that's ready to believe in life after death. And it's not the least bit interested in whether there's any sober evidence for it.

The secrets of evolution are death and time—the deaths of enormous numbers of lifeforms that were imperfectly adapted to the environment; and time for a long succession of small mutations.

But before the grandeur and intricacy of Nature, he was, like Ptolemy and Kepler, exhilarated as well as disarmingly modest. Just before his death he wrote: "I do not know what I may appear to the world; but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy, playing on the seashore, and diverting myself, in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, while the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.

Si uno está muerto, no puede hacer nada para ser feliz.

I find these comparisons particularly poignant: life versus death, hope versus fear. Space exploration and the highly mechanized destruction of people use similar technology and manufacturers, and similar human qualities of organization and daring. Can we not make the transition from automated aerospace killing to automated aerospace exploration of the solar system in which we live?

A more cynical formulation by the Roman historian Polybius:     Since the masses of the people are inconstant, full of unruly desires, passionate, and reckless of consequences, they must be filled with fears to keep them in order. The ancients did well, therefore, to invent gods, and the belief in punishment after death.

Evolution is adventitious and not foresighted. Only through the deaths of an immense number of slightly maladapted organisms are we, brains and all, here today.