Quotes About Death

the lies of centuries, the lies of love, the lies of Socrates and Blake and Christ will be your bedmates and tombstones in a death that will never end.

it's moments like this - you can feel it happening - that you grow transformed partly into something else strange and unimaginable— so when death comes it can only take part of you rom "8 Count Concerto

to die with your boots on while writing poetry is not as glorious as riding a horse down Broadway with a stick of dynamite in your teeth

Jag föddes för att kränga rosor på de dödas avenyer

she died of alcoholism wrapped in a blanket on a deck chair on an ocean steamer. all her books of terrified loneliness all her books about the cruelty of loveless love were all that was left of her as the strolling vacationer discovered her body notified the captain and she was quickly dispatched to somewhere else on the ship as everything continued just as she had written it.

I'll think nice things about my wife, she looks so small there under the blanket, a little lump, that's all (death, you take me first, please) this lady needs a gentle space of peace without me).

if death is so fearful then life must be good? dandy then, babe, genuinely traginew, and I've found out why men sign their names to their works— not that they created them but more than the others did not.

SUICIDE. Like a light going on. In the darkness. That there is an out helps you stay in.

wszystko jest stratÄ… czasu, chyba ?e czÅ'owiek pieprzy siÄ™ w najlepsze, tworzy w najlepsze, ma siÄ™ jak najlepiej albo zmierza w kierunku uÅ'udy pod tytuÅ'em miÅ'o?? i szcz??cie. Wszyscy koÅ"czymy w gnojówce pora?ki - czy nazwiemy to Å›mierciÄ… czy bÅ'Ä™dem.

I gave him my code name. 'This is Mr. Slow Death.

I think I'm going to die," the old man said. "I don't want to die. I'm afraid to die …" "You've lived long enough, you old fart!" muttered my father.

We are dying birds we are sinking ships— the world rocks down against us and we throw out our arms and we throw out our legs like the death kiss of the centipede: but they kindly snap our backs and call our poison "politics.

Death is a sophisticated afternoon in Santa Fe, with nobody saying what they are thinking.

What you see on the freeway is just what there is, a funeral procession of the dead, the greatest horror of our time in motion. I'll see you there tomorrow!

I am waiting to live, waiting to die.

one day the goldfish died, all five of them, they floated on the water, on their sides, their eyes still open, and when my father got home he threw them to the cat there on the kitchen floor and we watched as my mother smiled

Lady death was ecstatic, that's all, ecstatic. She looked truly beautiful all over.

I stared at the phone. Deathly damned thing. But you needed it to call 911. You never knew.

tonight this room is smoky and I am alone listening to the silence. I am tired of waiting on life, it was so slow to arrive and so quick to leave. the streets and the cities are empty, love is on the damned cross and death laughs in the back room. at the edge, the edge, the edge.

Non ero ancora morto, solo in un stato di rapido decadimento.

born into this into hospitals which are so expensive that it's cheaper to die

You only live once, right? Well, except for Lazarus. Poor sucker, he had to die twice.

Você tem de morrer algumas vezes antes que você possa realmente viver.

There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don't live up until their death. They don't honor their own lives, they piss on their lives. They shit them away. (...) Most people's deaths are a sham. There's nothing left to die.