Quotes About Death

We come out of darkness and return to darkness, with some experiences in between. But we don't experience the beginning and the end, birth and death. We are not subjectively aware of them, they exist only in the world of objective events—and that's that.

Mon Dieu, dit-il, ils sont libres... Je veux dire, ce sont des jeunes gens, et le temps pour eux n'a pas d'importance. Pourquoi donc feraient-ils triste figure ? Je me dis quelquefois : être malade et mourir, ce n'est pas sérieux en somme, c'est plutôt une sorte de laisser-aller ; du sérieux, on n'en rencontre à tout prendre que dans la vie de la plaine. Je crois que tu comprendras cela, lorsque tu auras séjourné plus longtemps ici.

Mire, la muerte es digna de honores en tanto es la cuna de la vida, el seno materno de la renovación. Sin embargo, vista como la antítesis de la vida y separada de ella se convierte en un fantasma, en una máscara horrenda o en algo peor todavía. Porque la muerte entendida como fuerza espiritual independiente es una fuerza enteramente depravada; cuya perversa seducción sin duda es sinónimo del más espantoso extravío del espíritu humano.

So long as we are, death is not; and when death is present, we are not. In other words, between death and us there is no rapport; it is something with which we have nothing to do - and only incidentally the world and nature.

But the beginning and the end, birth and death, we do not experience; they have no subjective character, they fall entirely n the category of objective events, and that's that.

A man's dying is more the survivors' affair than his own.

L'amour affronte la Mort ; lui seul, non pas la vertu, est plus fort qu'elle. Lui seul (pas la vertu) inspire de bonnes pensées.

Don't you like the sight of a coffin? I really do. I find it a handsome piece of furniture, even empty; when someone is lying in it, then, in my eyes, it is positively sublime.

For the sake of goodness and love, man shall grant death no dominion over his thoughts.

Death alone can make others respect our sufferings; and through death the most pitiable sufferings acquire dignity.

Güzellik ve ruhun, heyecan ve coÅŸkuda birleÅŸmesi gibi, yaÅŸam ve ölüm de aÅŸkta birleÅŸir.

Celui qui a contemplé la Beauté est déjà prédestiné à la mort.

Numai moartea îi putea îndupleca pe alÈ›ii s? se închine în faÈ›a suferinÈ›elor noastre, numai prin ea suferinÈ›ele cele mai meschine devin demne de respect.

Der Einzelfall ist nie gewöhnlich: das Allergewöhnlichste für den Gedanken und die Aussage sind Geburt und Tod: wohne aber einer Geburt bei oder einem Sterben und frage dich, frage die Kreißende oder den Abscheidenden, ob das etwas Gewöhnliches ist!

Zal ook uit dit wereldfeest van de dood, ook uit deze vreselijke koortsgloed die overal rondom de regenachtige hemel in brand steekt, ooit de liefde opstijgen?

But then he came across a long chapter that he read from the first word to the last, with his lips tightly closed, his eyebrows pursed, concentrating—his face registering a total, almost deathlike look of earnest concentration—oblivious to every trace of life stirring around him. This chapter was entitled: "Concerning Death and Its Relation to the Indestructibility of Our Essential Nature." He

ADeath is to be honored as the cradle of life, the womb of renewal. Once separated from life, it becomes grotesque, a wraith—or even worse. For as an independent spiritual power, death is a very depraved force, whose wicked attractions are very strong and without doubt can cause the most abominable confusion of the human mind

Death is to be honored as the cradle of life, the womb of renewal. Once separated from life, it becomes grotesque, a wraith—or even worse. For as an independent spiritual power, death is a very depraved force, whose wicked attractions are very strong and without doubt can cause the most abominable confusion of the human mind.

Demek ki insanlar?n bizim ac?m?za sayg? duymas?n? ölüm saÄŸl?yor, en hazin ac?lar bile ölümle sayg?nl?k kazan?yordu.

The Lord did not create suffering. Pain and death came into the world with the fall of man. But after man had chosen suffering in preference to the joys of union with God, the Lord turned suffering itself into a way by which man could come to the perfect knowledge of God.

it is of the very essence of Christianity to face suffering and death not because they are good, not because they have meaning, but because the resurrection of Jesus has robbed them of their meaning.

Death is someone you see very clearly with eyes in the center of your heart: eyes that see not by reacting to light, but by reacting to a kind of a chill from within the marrow of your own life.

And yet with every wound You robbed me of a crime, And as each blow was paid with Blood, You paid me also each great sin with greater graces. For even as I killed You, You made Yourself a greater thief than any in Your company, Stealing my sins into Your dying life, Robbing me even of my death.

I believe with Diadochos, that if at the hour of death my confidence in God's mercy is perfect, I will pass the frontier without trouble and pass the dreadful array of my sins with compunction and confidence and leave them all behind forever.