Quotes About Death

There was also closeness, for the end of a couple is like a death, and the notion of death, of temporariness, can remind us of the value of things, which it did for Saeed and Nadia, and so even though they spoke less and did less together, they saw each other more, although not more often.

In quei giorni i funerali erano più semplici e sbrigativi, a causa dei combattimenti. Alcune famiglie non avevano altra scelta che seppellire i propri morti in un cortile o in un punto riparato lungo una strada, essendo impossibile raggiungere un vero cimitero, e di conseguenza sorsero luoghi di sepoltura improvvisati, dove un cadavere ne attirava subito altri, un po' come l'arrivo di un occupante abusivo in un terreno pubblico inutilizzato può dare origine a un'intera baraccopoli.

She died that evening and left me, in Louise fashion, sitting in ten kinds of dark.

Religion, Pat had said to me and then I had repeated it to Charlotte, was for people who needed to believe that death was better than life.

Years of alcohol can do that to a person, make him dead but not departed, make him indelible to those who have had the misfortune of sharing his name.

Ce mort-vivant a un corps qui est son propre corps. Il n'est ni mort, ni vivant mais vivant dans la mort. Il est une anomalie, un paria parmi les monstres.

Ä°nsan?n doÄŸuÅŸunu görmekten herkes kaçar ama ölümünü görmeye hep koÅŸa koÅŸa gideriz. Ä°nsan? öldürmek için gün ?????nda, geniÅŸ meydanlar arar?z ama onu yaratmak için karanl?k köÅŸelere gizleniriz.

Para empezar a privar a la muerte de su mayor ventaja sobre nosotros, adoptemos una actitud del todo opuesta a la común; privemos a la muerte de su extrañeza, frecuentémosla, acostumbrémonos a ella; no tengamos nada más presente que la muerte. No sabemos dónde nos espera la muerte: así pues esperémosla en todas partes. Practicar la muerte es practicar la libertad.

It is only the fear of death that makes death seem important.

YaÅŸamak için topra??m?z olmayabilir ama ölmek için toprak bulunur nas?l olsa

As if it had heard his thoughts, the dolphin said, "You love life, that is why you sought to flee from death to a place where there is no death. If you love life, you must keep worshipping the god of life with your body, which means you must fight to stay alive even when it looks hopeless. Give up, and life will turn its back on you.

I have done what mourning I had to do already; I have no desire to give over more days of my life to satisfy conventions that are not mine. I am of the old religion, Grania; we do not believe in death. And so we do not allow it to triumph over life and twist and torture the living. There is...lifework to be done here.

Death ends a life, not a relationship

It's natural to die. The fact that we make such a big hullabaloo over it is all because we don't see ourselves as part of nature. We think because we're human we're something above nature.

You live you die and death not ends it.

Without an ever-present sense of death life is insipid.

Being dead's a drug', he says, 'you'll get hooked on it.

Pilgrimage, then, is an image of what the journey of life is about. That, I believe, is the reason it endures—not because of relics and shrines, but because we sense intuitively that this holy journey is a rehearsal for death and resurrection. We go on pilgrimage to see our life in miniature, to walk physically and geographically the journey of the soul to God.

In his "Canticle of the Creatures," Saint Francis says, "Blessed are those whom death will find in your most holy will, for the second death shall do them no harm.

The greatest tragedy in life is not death, but a life without a purpose.

It's a matter of honor, death. It's your white page, do you see? Or your shame. Either you're worthy of it or you ain't. To accept it, to face it with honor and respect and goodwill, to earn it, that is to be brave.

Why can't I wake up? she had said upon opening her eyes in bed the day after her mother's death.

How easy it is to create ghosts, he thinks as he begins to die a minute later, feeling his mind closing chamber by chamber, the memory of Naheed contained in each one. And despite it all it means much to have been loved. Just before the world vanishes, a hope surfaces in him that this wasn't necessarily everything, that he will return somehow. His arm rises, remembering when it used to be a wing.

If you ask, 'What happens when we die? Why do we die?' you are asking, 'Why do we live?