Quotes About Death

Suddenly there's an idea and it demands realization, our entire life, our entire existence consists only of such ideas demanding realization, once this process breaks off, our life breaks off, we're dead. We consist of nothing but ideas that surface inside us and that we want to realize, that we must realize, or else we're dead, so Roithamer. Every idea and and every pursuit of an idea inside us is life, so Roithamer, the lack of ideas is death.

Die einzigen Freunde, die ich habe, sind die Toten, die mir ihre Literatur hinterlassen haben, ich habe keine anderen.

Da sam imao razum, kaže Elmer, da sam neprekidno imao razum, kaže on, odavno bih se ubio, ali nisam se ubio, jer nisam neprekidno imao razum.

La muerte me muerde sencillamente en el alma y me deja tendido.

Los seres humanos que mueren sin haber conocido su enfermedad, sus enfermedades mortales...

Cuando me acuesto, no tengo otro deseo que morir, no despertarme más, pero entonces me despierto otra vez y ese espantoso proceso se repite, se repite en definitiva durante cincuenta años, según él. Si pensamos que, durante cincuenta años, no hemos deseado otra cosa que estar muertos, y que seguimos viviendo aún y no podemos cambiar nada, porque somos totalmente inconsecuentes, según él. Porque somos la miseria misma, la bajeza misma.

Durmadan kendi kabuÄŸumuzun d???na ç?kma deneyi yap?yor, ama bu deneyde baÅŸar?s?z oluyoruz, hep tepetaklak yuvarlan?yoruz, çünkü kendi kabuÄŸumuzun d???na ölüm d???nda ç?kamayaca??m?z? anlamak istemiyoruz.

A great lady(Queen Elizabeth )of England , on her dying bed cried out ,call time again , call time again; a world of wealth for an inch of time !but time past was never nor could never be recalled.

But man is a Noble Animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave, solemnizing Nativities and Deaths with equal lustre, nor omitting Ceremonies of bravery, in the infamy of his nature. Life is a pure flame, and we live by an invisible Sun within us.

We all labour against our own cure, for death is the cure of all disease.

We sometimes hear of the death of literature or of this or that genre, but literature doesn't die, just as it doesn't 'progress' or 'decay.' It expands, it increases. When we feel that it has become stagnant or stale, that usually just means we ourselves are not paying sufficient attention.

All is finite in the present; and even that finite is infinite in it velocity of flight towards death. But in God there is nothing finite...Upon a night of earthquake he builds a thousand years of pleasant habitations for man. Upon the sorrow of an infant he raises oftentimes from human intellects glorious vintages that could not else have been.

George's son had done his work so thoroughly that he was considered too good a workman to live, and was, in fact, taken and tragically shot at twelve o'clock that same day—another instance of the untoward fate which so often attends dogs and other philosophers who follow out a train of reasoning to its logical conclusion, and attempt perfectly consistent conduct in a world made up so largely of compromise.

Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed. Teach me to die…

I was court-martialed in my absence, and sentenced to death in my absence, so I said they could shoot me in my absence.

Why should we faint, and fear to live alone, Since all alone, so Heaven has will'd, we die?

there was yet another date, of greater importance to her than those; that of her own death, when all these charms would had disappeared; a day which lay sly and unseen among all the other days of the year, giving no sign or sound when she annually passed over it; but not the less surely there

I am now about to enter on my normal condition. For people are almost always in their graves. When we survey the long race of men, it is strange and still more strange to find that they are mainly dead men, who have scarcely ever been otherwise.

He supposed he was not a sufficiently dignified person for suicide.Peaceful death abhorred him as a subject and would not take him.

That Elizabeth-Jane Farfrae be not told of my death, or made to grieve on account of me. & that I be not bury'd in consecrated ground. & that no sexton be asked to toll the bell. & that nobody is wished to see my dead body. & that no mourners walk behind me at my funeral. & that no flowers be planted on my grave, & that no man remember me. To this I put my name.

Indeed, he seemed to approach the grave as a hyperbolic curve approaches a straight line—less directly as he got nearer, till it was doubtful if he would ever reach it at all.

Alive enough to have strength to die

that nobody is wished to see my dead body. "& that no murners walk behind me at my funeral. "& that no flours be planted on my grave. "& that no man remember me. "To this I put my name.

The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing Alive enough to have strength to die;