Quotes About Death

One day when I was ten one of our 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.

There's something nearby," she said. "Something up ahead." The captain heard her and glanced back. "Something dangerous?" "Something dead," Kasia said, and dropped her eyes to her saddle, her hands clenched on the reins.

I knew that no matter what there would be no mercy to it, no kindness allowed. You couldn't return a kindness after you were dead.

I didn't want to die, and I didn't want to kill; I didn't want to go to death a murderer with bloody hands. I wanted that more than I didn't want to be a liar. But he was going to die anyway, die worse, and they would all die with him. There were a thousand ways to die, and not all of them were equally as bad.

My mother had enough magic to give me three blessings before she died. The first was wit; the second beauty, and the third — that fools should recognize neither.

He's mourning his son, number 3000 American dead in Iraq, but as far as he can feel, the worst one.

People do not die./ They die/ And then they stay.

How do you know if you are going to die?" I begged my mother. We had been traveling for days. With strange confidence she answered, "When you can no longer make a fist.

Men die once and women die twice. Women die as beauties before their bodies die.

The fear of POVERTY The fear of CRITICISM The fear of ILL HEALTH at the bottom of most of one's worries The fear of LOSS OF LOVE OF SOMEONE The fear of OLD AGE The fear of DEATH

The wages of sin is death!" Many have read this in the Bible, but few have discovered its meaning. Now, and for several years, the entire world has been listening by force, to a sermon which might well be called "whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.

Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work-- I am the grass; I cover all. And pile them high at Gettysburg And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun. Shovel them under and let me work. Two years, ten years, and the passengers ask the conductor: What place is this? Where are we now? I am the grass. Let me work.

The worn tired stars say you shall die early and die dirty. The clean cold stars say you shall die late and die clean. The runaway stars say you shall never die at all, never at all.

Why does a hearse horse snicker, hauling a lawyer away?

The dead say nothing And the dead know much And the dead hold under their tongues A locked-up story.

Between 1400 and 1800, smallpox killed an estimated five hundred million people every century in Europe alone.

The program, known as T4, would ultimately claim 200,000 lives. It operated on a scale so far beyond what the Nazis had attempted before that they had to invent new technology for the slaughter—including gas chambers. McKim's eugenic dream had become real.

Writing to Lucretius, on Epicurus' belief that the soul was no different from the rest of the cosmos; made of atoms] Death is therefore nothing to us, and does not concern us at all, since it appears that the substance of the soul is perishable. When the separation of body and soul, whose union is the essence of our being, is consummated, it is clear that absolutely nothing will be able to reach us and awaken our sensibility, not even if earth mixes with sea, and sea with heaven.

In 2011, a seventeen-year-old Israeli girl named Chen Aida Ayash was killed in a car accident. After her death, her parents asked for doctors to collect some eggs from her cadaver. They had to go to court to get permission, explaining to a judge that they wanted to fertilize Chen's eggs, after which Chen's aunt would bear them to term. After her own death, Chen would give her parents grandchildren.

Only very late do we learn the price of the risk of believing, because only very late do we face up to the idea of death. This is what is difficult. Believing truly means dying. Dying to everything: to our reasoning, to our plans, to our past, to our childhood dreams, to our attachment to earth, and sometimes even to the sunlight, as at the moment of our physical death.

Not to fix the spirit was to seek death, and that was the same as to seek nothing, since death was going to overtake us regardless of anything.

The dying sun will glow on you without burning, as it has done today. The wind will be soft and mellow and your hilltop will tremble. As you reach the end of your dance you will look at the sun, for you will never see it again in waking or in dreaming, and then your death will point to the south. To the vastness.

Once you decide something put all your petty fears away. Your decision should vanquish them. I will tell you time and time again, the most effective way to live is as a warrior. Worry and think before you make any decision, but once you make it, be on your way free from worries or thoughts; there will be a million other decisions still awaiting you. That's the warrior's way. A warrior thinks of his death when things become unclear. The idea of death is the only thing that tempers our spirit.

A warrior must focus his attention on the link between himself and his death . . .. He must let each of his acts be his last battle on earth. Only under those conditions will his acts have their rightful power.