Quotes About Death

In the winter of 1941 the German army succeeded in starving between 1.3 and 1.65 million Soviet prisoners of war to death.

Death is the one foe that everyone faces, the one foe that never loses.

Life was, in fact, cheap. If life was such a glorious, magnificent, wonderful thing, then it wouldn't be so easy to take it away. If life was a great gift, then he wouldn't be able to kill a fellow human being with one hand...

Death was like that, casual with its cruelty.

My death, when it arrived, came from my horse. Of all things! Laughable. This was something I was to learn about death — how many ways besides war there are in which to die, the majority of them graceless and terrible, and so many of them full of a kind of dark mirth.

When a man was found dead at the well in 1630 after having made scoffing remarks about its supposed powers a local jury brought in a verdict of death by divine judgement.74

It being a certain truth that those who who are born to be hanged will never be drowned.

To kill was to be doomed. To kill was to die, yourself.

Miranda rolls her eyes. "Passing over," she says. "That's nice. Is that anything like kicking the bucket? Keeling over, taking a dirt nap, biting the big one?

Did you ever, think when the hearse passes by, that someday in it you will lie?

The larger a star the shorter its life, but all the more fascinating its death. As it collapses within it's body, the infalling material can be no longer be compressed; the star is blown to pieces; its shattered mass realeases out ward at the speed of light.

There might be different ways of being dead. Like there are different ways of believing God.

Later: Midnight. Just woke up with this thought; Maybe Simons right. Maybe there is a spirit that ejects from the body. Even stars, when they die eject hydrogen and helium from their bodies, which fly out in space into infinity.

Fox is a television character, and she isn't dead yet. But she will be, soon. She's a character on a television show called The Library. You've never seen the Library on TV, but I bet you wish you had.

It's the dying that makes the living matter.

No one gets out of here alive.

A dead man's shroud has no pockets.

The duck swallows the worm, the fox kills the duck, the men shoot the fox, and the devil hunts the men.

There's a strange intimacy between a lost animal and the person who finds him. In terms of time, what you've shared is tiny and insignificant, but that moment is a vital pivot in the animal's life, the line between his old life and a better, new one. In some cases that fine line is the one between life and death.

The text says one shemitah after the end of the ninth jubilee, so, AD 25 plus seven years would bring us to AD 32. This is the year the Melchizedekian Messiah, Jesus Christ, died for our sins.

And it came to pass in those days, in the hundred and tenth year of the life of Isaac, that is in the fiftieth year of the life of Jacob, in that year died Shem the son of Noah; Shem was six hundred years old at his death. And when Shem died Jacob returned to his father to Hebron which is in the land of Canaan." Ancient Book of Jasher 28:24-25

Vive, vivió, vivirá. Muere, murió, morirá.

One soldier picked up a dead Argentine, supported the corpse's weight underneath his arm, put a cigarette in the dead man's mouth, then one in his own. He then held a lighter under the corpse's cigarette and his friend took a photograph. They both laughed. I also laughed. This was foolish ? smoking can kill.

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