Quotes About Death

Some of us can be examples about going ahead and growing, and some of us, unfortunately, don't make it there, and end up being examples because they had to die. I hit rock bottom, but thank God my bottom wasn't death.

If I lie down on my bed I must be here, But if I lie down in my grave I may be elsewhere.

Prate not to me of suicide, Faint heart in battle, not for pride I say Endure, but that such end denied Makes welcomer yet the death that's to be died.

Raise from your bed of languor Raise from your bed of dismay Your friends will not come tomorrow As they did not come today You must rely on yourself, they said, You must rely on yourself, Oh but I find this pill so bitter said the poor man As he took it from the shelf Crying, O sweet Death come to me Come to me for company, Sweet Death it is only you I can Constrain for company.

But one wants the idea of Death, you know, as something large and unknowable, something that allows a person to stretch himself out. Especially one wants it if one is tired. Or perhaps what one wants is simply a release from sensation, from all consciousness for ever....

There are moments of despair that come sometimes, when night sets in and a white fog presses against the windows. Then our house changes its shape, rears up and becomes a place of despair. Then fear and rage run simply--and the thought of Death as a friend. This is the simplest of thoughts, that Death must come when we call, although he is a god.

Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go.

Coffeehouses were considered to be such hotbeds of revolutionary thought that rulers from Turkey to England outlawed them, sometimes on pain of death.

It may be true that death is a big empty hole and that sorrow is to know just how empty that hole is, but it's only true if you are sober. If you have liquor, then you can fill the hole up with all the beautiful thoughts you can think of and all the nice words you can find. You can fill it up all the way to the brim and place a stone on it afterward.

Para mim, estar inocente significa não se ter nascido ou estar-se morto. Admito isto, estou pronto a reconhecer que há muitas espécies diferentes de culpa: uma culpa mais inocente do que a da maioria, e uma mais carregada, uma que transborda do sentimento da falta e outra que corre apenas gota a gota.

Och de dödsdömda kan inte protestera, de kan bara dö. Det är domarna som måste bli annorlunda, mindre domare, mer människor, mindre rättvisa, mer mänskliga.

Si les planètes savaient aimer, elles quitteraient leur orbite et ce serait le chaos. La permanence de l'univers est assurée parce que l'amour est impossible. Même l'homme qui aime pressent que l'amour est le frère de la mort. Mais cela ne l'empêche pas, lui qui est prisonnier de son orbite, de se frayer avec jubilation un chemin jusqu'à la cellule de son voisin en criant : je suis libre.

Por isso, é lícito que lhe seja dito aquilo que disseram, certa ocasião, a alguém: aquele que não teme a vida, também não a amará; aquele que não teme a morte, também não poderá morrer com dignidade; aquele que não teme a si mesmo, também não amará a nenhum outro.

One day a year let's all pretend that death is tucked up, fast asleep. That no lives meet a tragic end, no dreams are shattered on the cheap. The world's at peace, there are no wars, we hug our friend, our former foe. No beggars die outside locked doors, all cells are empty on death row. Nobody's stabbed, nobody's shot, no car runs over someone's friend. This can't be true! – Well, maybe not. All I'm saying is: let's pretend.

The acceptance of death gives you more of a stake in life, in living life happily, as it should be lived. Living for the moment.

Every day another miracle Only death will tear us apart To sacrifice a life for yours I'd be the blood of the Lazarus heart The blood of the Lazarus heart

Poor Beth, it must have felt like slow and agonising death, keeping his distance from Tartaruchi; this work of art was but a poor substitute.

Anvil would not come to watch. He's always wary of fanatics. He says that fanatical belief causes intelligence to die, but it can also be said that fanatical belief is an intelligence of death. What a strange night!

Love seemed far from this place, but then, had he not predicted himself that love could be cruel and stronger than death?

The coincidences were staggering. Ays and Finnigin looked alike, they had both been followed by a mysterious stranger. Their diverse paths had conjoined in the dark waters of Scarzanera's sacred pit, one plunging to death, another to rebirth. Ays felt sick.

Only your death can bring back the knowledge of the past. Your soul must be snuffed out like an exploding sun. Run away from it, Shemyaza. Disappear into the world. Become Peveral Othman again. It is what you really want. You're not a saviour, you never wanted to be. Others have shaped you in the image of their desires.

You have filled me with death, with your breath of death.

In the land of the dead there were distant sounds: scurryings; faint, maddened laughter, quickly stemmed; a sad soft moan.

Khaster is dead," Taropat said. "He was killed by the man you would have me serve. You are all under his spell. I pity you.