Quotes About Death

we should not be amazed that God ordered the death of the Canaanites, but rather we should stand in amazement that he lets anyone live.

Attributing the command to annihilate Canaanites to God can be partly explained by the fact that the Israelites had no concept of Satan prior to the Babylonian exile. Thus all things—life and death, sickness and health, blessing and cursing—were seen as coming directly from the hand of the Sovereign Lord (see Deut. 28; 32:39–42; Ps. 44:1–19; Isa. 13:9–16).

It is hard to have patience with people who say 'There is no death' or 'Death doesn't matter.' There is death. And whatever is matters. And whatever happens has consequences, and it and they are irrevocable and irreversible. You might as well say that birth doesn't matter.

You never know how much you really believe anything until its truth or falsehood becomes a matter of life and death to you.

Do you suppose the human race invented boredom to make the prospect of death more palatable?

Language is the charnel house of man.

She hissed, right there behind my ear, and I had the horrible idea she was spitting maggots into my hair. Why maggots were a problem when I was about to be dead, I didn't know, but the idea completely grossed me out. "In the womb I heard you die, for no one lives when a banshee cries." I wasn't just going to die. I was going to be rhymed to death. That simply wasn't fair.

Tibetan Book of the Dead

The tomb in which our king is buried is called . . . Saturn"*

The moon is dead. Your soul went to the moon, to the preserver of souls. Thus the soul moved toward death. I went into the inner death and saw that outer dying is better than inner death. And I decided to die outside and to live within. For that reason I turned away and sought the place of the inner life.

That Hölderlin's poem should pass from Asia to Patmos and thence to the Christian mystery may seem like a superficial association of ideas, but actually it is a highly significant train of thought: it is the entry into death and the land beyond, seen as the self-sacrifice of the hero for the attainment of immortality. At this time, when the sun has set and life seems extinguished, man awaits in secret expectancy the renewal of all life:

A verdade é que a morte é uma brutalidade terrível - não pode haver ilusões a esse respeito -, não apenas como acontecimento físico, mas, ainda muito mais, como acontecimento psíquico: uma pessoa é-nos arrebatada e o que fica é um gélido silêncio sepulcral.

Idle dreaming is the mother of the fear of death, the sentimental deploring of what has been and the vain turning back of the clock.

Flight from life does not free us from the law of age and death.

The neurotic who seeks to get rid of the necessities of life wins nothing and lays upon himself the frightful burden of a premature age and death, which must appear especially cruel on account of the total emptiness and meaninglessness of his life.

it nevertheless makes the prognosis look more hopeful, as I have often observed. In border-line cases such as this a real psychological understanding is often a matter of life and death.

La vida no vivida es una enfermedad de la que se puede morir

It's strange how often human beings die without any kind of style.

PART EIGHT —— DESERT SOLITAIRE The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.

Accidental death then," Tubman said with some relief. "Or what we like to call 'death by misadventure,' if you add in the empty bottle. Is Skeeter on the way?" "As far as I know," Larry said. "Cody had him called.

Winter was held off for yet another day although it didn't even attempt to hide its dark intentions anymore, and the weather was cool and clear. Pockets of aspen performed maudlin technicolor death scenes on the mountainsides while brittle dry leaves choked the small streams and skittered across the road with breaths of wind.

Christopher didn't understand that there was a fine line between seeking death and being indifferent to its occurrence.

You may come as a proud prince today young Habsburg. But you shall travel many more roads in Castile in death than you ever will in life

I shall die in Paris, in a rainstorm,On a day I already remember.I shall die in Paris—it does not bother me—Doubtless on a Thursday, like today, in autumn.