Quotes About Death

Yet the notion of Christ's sacrificial death was similar to the ideal of the bodhisattva, which was developing at this time in India. Like the bodhisattva, Christ had, in effect, become a mediator between humanity and the Absolute, the difference being that Christ was the only mediator and the salvation he effected was not an unrealized aspiration for the future, like that of the bodhisattva, but a fait accompli.

The Kikuyu, when left to themselves, do not bury their dead, but leave them above ground for the hyenas and vultures to deal with. The custom had always appealed to me, I thought that it would be pleasant thing to be laid out to the sun and the stars, and to be so promptly, neatly, and openly picked and cleansed; to be made one with Nature and become a common component of a landscape.

Why the Kikuyu, who personally have so little fear of death, should be so terrified to touch a corpse, while the white people, who are afraid to die, handle the dead easily, I do not know. Here once more you feel their reality to be different from our realities.

O poeta Para um campónio dinamarquês do seu tipo a ideia de acabar com a vida não custa a conceber. A vida nunca lhes parece - nem é, de resto - uma grande maravilha, e o suicídio, seja por que forma for,é, digamos, a sua maneira natural de morrer.(...) Ele sentira o destino comum dos seus iguais, que é ser, como se feitos de matéria essencialmente diferente do resto da humanidade, invisível para os outros.

All my life I have known fear. But I have acted in spite of it. I urge you to do the same. Your father used to say that it is preferable to die rather than to live fearing death.

Well, it is a good thing he died young. Most men don't have the good sense to know when to quit this earth. At least your husband didn't drag on and on like some do.

Beni öldürmen korkunç bir hata olur. Ailemdek? kad?nlar kötü bir ÅŸekilde öldürüldükleri takdirde, hayalet olarak geri dönme eÄŸilimindedir. Thomas'?n bak??lar? Fia'n?n gözlerine kilitlendi. Hayalet mi? Evet, süzülen beyaz elbisemi giyinir, boÄŸaz?mdan ac? sesler ç?kar?r?m. Böyle bir ÅŸeyi görmekten pek hoÅŸlanmazs?n.

It's hard to send someone to their death," she said, answering his silent question. His expression was hidden behind the visor of his helmet. She didn't need to call on any of her abilities as a Jedi to know what he was thinking: one day she would do the same to men like him. The realization caught her unawares. "You'll get used to it," he said. She doubted it.

It crossed her mind that she might be saving clone soldiers from death by biological agent so they could die from blaster and cannon round. It was a horrible thought.

It never ceased to amaze Skirata how much simpler it was to buy and sell death than it was to pay taxes.

Bury me the ONI way. Fill me up with explosives and use me as a booby trap.

What happens to people when they realize they're never going to die? Wow. The whole human existence is predicated on inevitable death.

When somebody dies, you forget they're an asshole.

Lydia supposed his headstone had been ordered. Something large and garish made of the finest marble and phallic shaped because being dead didn't stop you from being a dick.

Jeffrey never understood how people could think a dead person was just sleeping. Death changed the air, charged it with something thick and unsettling.

She had seen this before. She knew that you could put it all in a little box and close it up later, that you could go on with your life if you didn't sleep too much, didn't breathe too much, didn't live too much so that death came back and snatched you away for the taking.

It's always sad when someone dies of a cliché.

He sat on the bed beside Carter. He tried one-handed to press Carter's finger to the home button on the phone. Beau said, "Won't work when they're dead. You need a capacitance signal in your skin to activate the ring. Gotta have a heartbeat to make that happen.

Jeffrey standing in the rain, his coat collar turned up to the cold. "There was a cat in the road. It had been hit, and it was obviously dead." Tessa was silent, waiting. "And?" she prompted. "And he picked it up and moved it out of the road so that no one else would hit it.

An autopsy was an act of violence itself, the ultimate invasion. Every body tells a story. A person's life and death can be exposed in all their glory and shame simply by looking beneath the skin.

By state law, any unattended death—which is to say a person who dies outside of a hospital or nursing home—has to be investigated

Lydia supposed his headstone had been ordered. Something large and garish made of the finest marble and phallic shaped because being dead didn't stop you from being a dick.

Being dead is a bit like being stupid, isn't it? Easy for you, but hard for the people around you.

Lydia wondered how long it would take for Penelope to tell the other Mothers about the tragic death of Lloyd Delgado. Her father always said that the price for hearing gossip was having someone else gossip about you. She wished that he were still alive so she could tell him about the Mothers. He would've wet himself with laughter.