Quotes About Death

You try spending six months sitting at somebody's bedside, waiting for them to die and then tell me that the happy-ending love story isn't one of God's good gifts.

When male authors write love stories, the heroine tends to end up dead.

If these pages are thick with death, think of the battlefield. Corpses in different stages of decay, the slowly dying, moments of death exist around you everywhere. Who are you? You are among the living, but can you be certain?

My father learned his disinterest under the guise of masculinity. Boys don't cry. There are whole disciplines, institutions, rubrics in our culture which serve as categories of denial. Science is such a category. The torture and death that Heinrich Himmler found disturbing to witness became acceptable to him when it fell under this rubric. He liked to watch the scientific experiments in the concentration camps

parting looms imminent as death takes dominion over that place in the body framed and famed for giving birth to life. Despite my antipathies toward current treatments, all are designed to make death delay its dominion over the center of the body.

Nancy Mairs, a contemporary thinker about disability and dying, wrests with "the psychological 'undeadness' of the dead—a consolatory consciousness of the beloved as present though elsewhere." Such a conviction reflects faith in death as the end of personal consciousness but the beginning of a translation "into an existence no less authentic for my inability to read it.

life without the finitude of death—the inconceivable finality of one's own death—would be intolerable.

This is what it meant to be human-to die. And I,who had been made of death, still had no part in humanity.

Who chose burial monuments? Were the wishes of the deceased taken into consideration? It was a subject I'd never considered before.

What about stakes in the heart?" I asked now. He frowned, the center of his mouth pursed while its corners curled downward. "Anyone will die from a stake in the heart," he said. "And anyone will die if they're severely burned, including vampires.

Killing is like riding, you see. One never really loses the knack.

I hate beds," she said slowly. "They stand there night after night waiting for you to die in them. It's like lying in a tomb.

Living is really hard, but death is forever. We're all going to die eventually, so what's your rush' Even if you think committing suicide will make you seem tragic and romantic and cool, you'll never know what happened anyway. Don't you want to know how your life was supposed to turn out. Wouldn't you like to see what you're made of?

Only wings evade death. Neruda says so.' As he turns the page he looks at Zara and makes his bright blue eyes big. 'And Neruda knows.' He reaches for his pipe. Zara stares at him for some time. 'Was he a friend of God?' Who? Neruda?' Yes.' He may have been, I'm not sure, petite. For all we know he may even have been God.

And what does war even accomplish? How does one country win over another by simply killing its people? None of it makes any sense.

I no longer fear Death, though I know that I should. I'm strangely at peace with what I used to think of as my enemy. Living seems more the taskmaster of the two, doesn't it? Life is wonderful and beautiful but oh, how hard it can be. Dying, by contrast, is easy and simple, almost gentle. But who can I tell such a thing to? No one. I am troubled by how remarkable this feeling is.

Death doesn't ever look at shoulda, though, does it? Death looks at nothing. It just does what it's meant to do.

The main reason I have come here is to shuffle Death back to the place where it belong. That won't happen if I don't get to tangle with it.

There is only the stunningly fragile human body, a holy creation capable of loving with such astonishing strength but which is weak to the curses of a fallen world. We are like butterflies, delicate and wonderful, here on earth for only a brilliant moment and then away we fly. Death is appointed to merely close the door to our suffering and open wide the gate to Paradise.

Connor said when they entered the building immediately after the fire, they felt like they'd died and gone to see if Dante knew what he was writing about.

Connor-Dominguez said when they entered the building immediately after the fire, they felt like they'd died and gone to see if Dante knew what he was writing about.

Connor said when they entered the building immediately after the fire, they felt like they'd died and gone to see if Dante knew what he was writing about.

Destroying a culture's books is sentencing it to something worse than death: It is sentencing it to seem as if it never lived.

Destroying a culture's books is sentencing it to something worse than death: It is sentencing it to seem as if it never lived.