Quotes About Death

E se o telefone tocar diga que eu morri, que estou mortinho da silva, estirado no chão da sala com o coração na mão. Diga que retirei meu coração com a mão – ele estava doendo demais.

words from a Davison Jeffers poem taped up on the refrigerator door. Here they are: There is no reason for amazement; surely one always knew that cultures decay, and life's end is death.

The Career and Death of the Mad Thief and Murderer, Samuel Green.

Flashes of silver and brilliantly colored scales caught the light of a few dim worklamps that were on, increasing the eerie impression that the fish were a terrified audience searching for a way out of this place of death and back to those deep, dark regions where men and their brutal ways were unknown.

Strike so that he may feel he is dying.

They told me,Heraclitus,they told me you are dead, They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed... I wept when i remembered how often you and I Had tired the sun with talking,and sent him down the sky.

News of your death. Tears, and the memory of all the times we talked the sun down the sky. You, Herakleitos of Halikarnassos, once my friend, now vacant dust, whose poems are nightingales beyond the clutch of the unseen god.

He stooped to put flowers on his stepmother's tomb, Thinking she'd changed since meeting her doom. He died when her gravestone fell on his head. Stepmothers are dangerous even when dead.

The American people are sick to death of people taking advantage of laws and then playing victim. This man is not a victim. He's a provocateur. Simple as that.

The power of her magic had snatched me from death. But it was the power of my own love which would give me the life I wanted.

The most powerful wish there is, one that is a birth and death wish, all at the same time.

Every evening for weeks, Amina and the several other Ethiopians who lived in the building by then crowded into my flat to watch in horror as a parade of bodies on the verge of crumbling into dust crawled across the screen. We were sickened with ourselves for being riveted by the spectacle of this death march. We were ashes to ashes fascinated by this movement, heaven bound invariably, for there is no hell anymore when it has arrived here on earth.

Death was a state of being, just like life. Why should one be better than the other?

Be he alive or be he dead, I'll grind his bones to make my bread.

It's high time for the art world to admit that the avant-garde is dead. It was killed by my hero, Andy Warhol, who incorporated into his art all the gaudy commercial imagery of capitalism (like Campbell's soup cans) that most artists had stubbornly scorned.

Si quitásemos a los toros la ciencia cierta de acabar sus nobles, sus violentos cuatro años con tres palmos de acero cruzándoles las entrañas, los toros, como flores segadas, no serían sino el bello recuerdo de una estampa de un cimbrearse al viento

Orinan las ranas? le preguntaron al lobezno santiago de raollet sus discipulos. Lo ignoro, respondio, pero preferiria la muerte a tener que admitir que si.

Colonel Moore once asked me if I was prepared to die, and, in looking back, I was. What I wasn't properly prepared for was to live-

Never mind,' says the old woman. 'It won't hurt for long. You'll go crazy, or they'll hang you. Easy as that, really.

It is only for a while. I will receive you when you die, with special love.' "'That won't do me any good.' Essa struggles through sobs, finds speech, bends it until she can keep hold of it. 'It won't be a little while for me. It'll be my life. And when you receive me, I'll be dead.

Despite the prayers and tears and earnest pleading, and pittiest protests for a hero's fall. Despite the hopeful signs, a heart's misleading. Death cometh after all.

IT is mere coincidence that Cooper was born in the year which produced The Power of Sympathy and that when he died Uncle Tom's Cabin was passing through its serial stage, and yet the limits of his life mark almost exactly the first great period of American fiction.

Shrinking away from death is something unhealthy and abnormal which robs the second half of life of its purpose.

The sure path can only lead to death.