Quotes About Death

It is analogous to hooking someone up to life-support systems when he has no quality of life and no chance for survival. Though some may believe this extends the process of life, it actually extends the process of death.

Most men fear getting laughed at or humiliated by a romantic prospect while most women fear rape and death.

Aleka is a poet-philosopher. The Attic is a meeting place where he lives and he has a secret society. They come and visit him and read his works. He then dies and they meet irregularly and continue the readings of his works, and from that learn their own, and become filled with this new passion for life. And they express it through music and form a band. We've put it in a fairy-tale setting.

Aleka was an obvious stand-in for River, who yearned to inspire the world But disturbingly, even in this pastel-colored idyll, he could only achieve that dream by dying.

I have more than once tried to analyse this apparently deliberate form of self-torture that seems common to so many people in face of the extinction of a valued life, human or animal, and it springs, I think, from a negation of death, as if by summoning and arranging these subjective images one were in some way cheating the objective fact. It is, I believe, an entirely instinctive process, and the distress it brings with it is an incidental, a by-product, rather than a masochistic end.

The moment a structure begins to promote itself, it has violated the nature of Christ and has drunk the poison of its death.

I realize now that dying is easy. Living is hard.

It would've been easier to die. It's not that I want to be dead now. I don't. I have a lot in my life that I get satisfaction from, that I love. But some days, especially in the beginning, it was so hard. And I couldn't help but think that it would've been so much simpler to go with the rest of them. But you—you asked me to stay. You begged me to stay. You stood over me and you made a promise to me, as sacred as any vow.

Sleep would be so welcome. A warm blanket of black to erase everything else. Sleep without dreams. I've heard people talk about the sleep of the dead. Is that what death would feel like? The nicest, warmest, heaviest never-ending nap? If that's what it's like, I wouldn't mind. If that's what dying is like, I wouldn't mind that at all.

I don't really care. I shouldn't have to care. I shouldn't have to work this hard. I realize now that dying is easy. Living is hard.

The boogeyman sleeps on your side of the bad Whispers in my ear :"Better of Dead" Fills my dreams with sirens and lights of regret Kisses me gently when i wake up in a sweat "boo!

Is that what death would feel like? The nicest, warmest, heaviest never-ending nap? If that's what it's like, I wouldn't mind.

Dying is easy. Living is hard

Morir es fácil. Lo duro es vivir.

But that's the thing with death. The whisper of it descent travels fast and wide, and people must've know I'd become a corpse because nobody even came to view the body.

I don't know if once you die you remember things that happened to you when you were alive. It makes a certain logical sense that you wouldn't. That being dead will feel like before you were born, which is to say, a whole lot of nothingness.

It's a good thing Kerry's dead, because that funeral would've sent him over the edge," Henry said.

Ali sada shva?am da je umrijeti lako. Teško je živjeti.

Samo mislim da su sprovodi vrlo sli?ni smrti. Možeš imati želje i planove, ali na kraju ipak nemaš kontrolu ni nad ?im.

Is that what death would feel like? The nicest, warmest, heaviest never-ending nap? If that's what it's like, I wouldn't mind. If that's what dying is like, I wouldn't mind that at all.

I don't know exactly what's happened to me, and for the first time today, I don't really care. I shouldn't have to care. I shouldn't have to work this hard. I realize now that dying is easy. Living is hard.

Al contemplar las pastillas, parece muy fácil. Algo que podría hacer sin mayores problemas. Ahora mismo. Ingerir unas pastillas. Saltar de un paso elevado. Utilizar la pistola cargada de alguien. No deseas morir, me recuerdo. Pero si lo desearas, responde una vocecilla, imagina lo sencillo que sería…

I just think that funerals are a lot like death itself. You can have your wishes, your plans, but at the end of the day, it's out

I just think that funerals are a lot like death itself. You can have your wishes, your plans, but at the end of the day, it's out of your control.