Quotes About Death

Life and death are in constant battle. There is no way in this world for happiness to exist alone...

Death must be fought with life, and that means courage and that means joy

Before the next minute had passed, they had all fallen to the ground. Just like that. As though someone had reached inside and turned off a switch. What happened? Matt asked, gasping. I went from one person to the next, trying to wake them up, but they were all dead, wrote Daft Donald.

She died early in the morning of February 13, 1662, at the age of sixty-five, one day shy of what would have been her forty-ninth wedding anniversary.

Behind us hung a Correggio St. Sebastian with the habitual Buchmanite expression on his face. Awful tripe, said Uncle Matthew. Fella wouldn't be grinning, he'd be dead with all those arrows in him.

Well, now you can see for yourself that she was delicate, said Davey triumphantly. She's dead. It killed her. Doesn't that show you? I do wish I could make you Radletts understand that there is no such thing as imaginary illness. Nobody who is quite well could possibly be bothered to do all the things that I, for instance, am obliged to, in order to keep my wretched frame on its feet.

The world is not a bad place, it is a pity to have to die. But, of course, it is only a good place for a very few people. Think of Dachau, think of China, and Czechoslovakia and Spain. Think of the distressed areas. We must die now, and there must be a new world.

But beauty is more, after all, than bones, for, while bones belong to death and endure after decay, beauty is a living thing.

Tata Ante La Muerte De Don Pablo (para Rosa Amelia González) Mohina y serena, sin la trenza engañosa, en un silencio embalsamado, miras el paso de la muerte llegar. Tu boca firme dice con la pausa del ave en la llanura: La muerte es la mejor de las desgracias porque borra todas las demás.

With the onset of World War I and the deaths of thousands of young men, a new generation of spiritualists appeared. One of the most prominent was Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, author of the Sherlock Holmes detective series, whose pro-spiritualist book New Revelation was published in 1917.

He and Rafe were Light and Dark, Living and Undead. I was in this bizarre state where I felt like I hovered between the two states.

Anyone in this world can have the power of life and death over someone else. It's horrible, but true. All you need to do is take it. And once you have -- there is no going back. (The Killer's Cousin)

According to a 2009 Harvard Medical School study, as many as 45,000 people die annually in the United States because they lack health insurance. As one of the study's coauthors pointed out, this works out to about one death every twelve minutes. It's

Honoring the dead begins with telling the truth. And the truth is that there is nothing natural about this disaster [Hurricane Maria]. And if you believe in God, leave her out of this too.

Arctic tern chicks are starving to death for similar reasons: they rely on small fish that have fled for colder waters.

My mother had enough magic to give me three blessings before she died," I said, and he instinctively bent in to hear it. "The first was wit; the second beauty, and the third—that fools should recognize neither." Irina

All those stories must have ended this same way, with someone tired going home from a field full of death, but no one ever sang this part.

My mother had enough magic to give me three blessings before she died," I said, and he instinctively bent in to hear it. "The first was wit; the second beauty, and the third—that fools should recognize neither.

The creaking was every song I'd ever heard about war and battle; the horses clopping along, the drumbeat. All those stories must have ended this same way, with someone tired going home from a field full of death, but no one ever sang this part.

One day when I was ten one of out neighbors came to the house and said that the tsar was dead and when I asked what ir meant they said that there would be a new tsar. So I did not really see why a tsar mattered.

All those stories must have ended this same way, with someone tired going home from a field full of death, but no one ever sang this part. Borys

But my father's irritation told me otherwise. I had been a disappointment to him from the beginning, my mother having taken an excessive number of years to produce me, and shortly afterwards miscarrying the overdue son and dying with him.

you sit inside the soundproofed cocoon, hoping you aren't missing the footsteps of something coming at your back, and read textbooks or work on exercise sheets while disembodied voices whisper to you in whatever language you're studying that day. Usually they tell me horrible gory stories or describe my death in loving detail.

they will not be so foolish." "Men can be very foolish indeed," Laurence said, "and I must, I do, beg you not to enter into a resolution, which should prevent my being able to face death with equanimity. You should make me a coward, if I must fear that my death should turn you against my country." "But I do not at all want you to face death with equanimity