Quotes About Death

Please don't be dead. Because then I'd have to be the Sorcerer Supreme and there's no way I could rock the 'stache.

Death is the only grammatically correct full stop…

If you choose to love sin, it will become your master, and it will own you and reward you with death. But if you choose to love and obey God, he will lead you into perfect righteousness. 17

4Sharing in his death by our baptism means that we were co-buried and entombed with him, so that when the Father's glory raised Christ from the dead, we were also raised with him. We have been co-resurrected with him so that we could be empowered to walk in the freshness of new life. 5For since we are permanently grafted into hima to experience a death like his, then we are permanently grafted into him to experience a resurrection like his and the new life that it imparts.

We live in a world of fire and death and funerals.

This song is sweet. It is sweet. The heart dies of this sweetness.

Death was like love, a romantic escape.

But maybe this is what happens when you hate someone for so long: the person you hate dies, but the hate stays with you, to keep you company.

I should have been shocked to see her. But I wasn't. After all, I'd thought, believed, that my mother was dead. I'd wanted her to be dead. And it was very much like my mother to be alive just to show me that what I had thought, believed, wanted, was wrong. "If you desperately want something," my mother wrote in her famous book, "then that is surely proof that you don't deserve to get what you want.

Death has come to cut your throats and drink your blood!

You worship death. You and all the One Gods. They seduce mankind with their promises of glory attained in the hereafter, thus blinding men to the splendor before them here on earth. One can never expect to achieve enlightenment if one does not first live life to its fullest.

Would not do to have children watch dear old Santa hack Krampus and his abominations to death, after all.

Stop your weeping. Grief is for the dead.

The dead should not speak, for their words smell of rot

Abitha is dead, they killed her, all that is left is wrath and malice … my restless soul. Do you understand?

Tanto la magia como la religión surgen y funcionan en momentos de carácter emotivo: las crisis de la vida, los fracasos en empresas importantes, la muerte y la iniciación en los misterios de la tribu, el amor infortunado o el odio insatisfecho. Tanto la magia como la religión presentan soluciones ante esas situaciones y atolladeros, ofreciendo no un modo empírico de salir con bien de los tales, sino los ritos y la fe en el dominio de lo sobrenatural.

May you see light where there was only darkness, hope where there seemed nothing but despair, may your fear be replaced with faith and insight, may you feel some victory in the defeat and a sense of the sacred web into which we are all woven. Most of all may you stay in tune with your capacity to love life even as you are engulfed by death.

Death is not the end for a servant of God, but just the start of indescribable everlasting life in the presence of Jesus.

Strange secrets are let out by Death Who blabs so oft the follies of this world.

We no longer have death in our culture: the dead become abstractions, statistics, companies will take charge of the relationship that we can have to our own dead. In 2, 3 days the cremation is done, we can forget, the question is settled and the dead is only a memory. This is problematic, because we risk falling first into what Freud calls melancholy, that is to say the impossibility of mourning because we no longer have an object to mourn.

Still, the painful death of that unicorn had been satisfying to watch

This fixation of desire upon beauty in fantasy leads to a kind of living death or, as Lacan calls it, a "zone of encroachment of death upon life" (p. 331/285). This is perhaps "the place of desire insofar as it is a desire for nothing

Along with death trek and survival stories, yarns about tough cops who had embarked on county cleanups were surefire; also guaranteed to please were pieces that had anything to do with islands—storming them, hiding out on them, buying them at bargain rates, becoming GI king of them. (My favorite, written by the great Walter Kaylin, had to do with a seaman who took charge of one and went about ruling it while sitting on the shoulders of a weird little chum with whom he had washed ashore.)

Pliability is life; rigidity is death, whether one speaks of man's body, his mind, or his spirit.