Quotes About Death

Ka?dy z nas szuka jakiejÅ› ucieczki. Godziny wlokÄ… siÄ™ jedna za drugÄ…, trzeba je czymÅ› zapeÅ'ni? a? do Å›mierci. Zbyt maÅ'o jest rzeczy piÄ™knych i wzniosÅ'ych, ?eby siÄ™ chciaÅ'o czÅ'owiekowi pcha? ten wózek. Ka?da rzecz po krótkim czasie brzydnie i obumiera. Budzimy siÄ™ rano, wysuwamy nogÄ™ spod koÅ'dry, stawiamy na podÅ'odze i myÅ›limy: kurwa, co by tu dalej?

Find something you love - and let it kill you

A imortalidade é uma estúpida invenção dos vivos.

The priest read his thing. I didn't listen. There was the coffin. What had been Betty was in there. It was very hot. The sun came down in one yellow sheet. A fly circled around. Halfway through the halfway funeral two guys in working clothes came carrying my wreath. The roses were dead, dead and dying in the heat, and they leaned the thing up against a nearby tree. Near the end of the service my wreath leaned forward and fell flat on its face. Nobody picked it up. Then it was over.

Todos nós vamos morrer, que circo! Só isso deveria fazer com que amássemos uns aos outros, mas não faz. Somos aterrorizados e esmagados pelas trivialidades, somos devorados por nada.

I had come to the racetrack after the other two funerals and had won. There was something about funerals. It made you see things better. A funeral a day and I'd be rich.

The good die old, I thought.

A maioria das pessoas não está pronta para a morte, a sua ou a dos outros. Ela as choca, as apavora. É como uma grande surpresa. Diabos, não deveria ser nunca. Levo a morte em meu bolso esquerdo. Ás vezes, tiro-a do bolso e falo com ela: 'Oi, gata, como vai? Quando virá me buscar? Vou estar pronto'.

Produce poco placer o ninguno matar a un hombre muerto.

I am sad for the dead and I am sad for the living

Kuolema itsessään ei ole kamalaa, vaan ne elämät jotka ihmiset elävät, tai eivät elä kunnes kuolevat. He eivät arvosta elämiään, he kusevat elämiensä päälle, paskantavat niille.

Estamos aquí para reírnos del destino y vivir tan bien nuestra vida… que la muerte temblará al recibirnos

sevme yeteneÄŸin varsa önce kendini sev, fakat hiçbir zaman tam bir yenilgi olas?l???n? göz ard? etme, yenilginin nedeni sana yanl??l?k ya da doÄŸru gelse de- ölümün tad?na erken bakmak kötü bir ÅŸey olmayabilir.

bulls strut in pinwheel glory, rockets stun the sky, but I don't know quite what to make of the dead flowers of myself, whether to dump them out of the bowl or press them between these blank pages and go on; well, all grief comes down to hard death and weeping finally ends. thank the god who made it.

Now I'm thinking that dying is such a strange and ordinary thing.

and I can still write a poem (sometimes), don't forget that, and even if they don't pay off, it's better than waiting for death and oil

1Morir en el suelo de la cocina a las siete de la mañana mientras otra gente hace huevos fritos no es tan grave salvo cuando te pasa a ti.

According to Cieza de León, Wayna Qhapaq, Atawallpa's father, died when "a great plague of smallpox broke out [in 1524 or 1525], so severe that more than 200,000 died of it, for it spread to all parts of the kingdom.

a new bishop finally had the courage to land in São Tomé in 1675. He was dead in two months.

Beginning in 1616, the pestilence took at least three years to exhaust itself and killed as much as 90 percent of the people in coastal New England. "And the bones and skulls upon the severall places of their habitations made such a spectacle

The second myth is that in its appetite for death as spectacle the Triple Alliance was fundamentally different from Europe. Criminals beheaded in Palermo, heretics burned alive in Toledo, assassins drawn and quartered in Paris—Europeans flocked to every form of painful death imaginable, free entertainment that drew huge crowds.

It's hard to kill yourself by taking Tylenol. You die from liver failure, which takes a long time...

I am not the least afraid to die

Among the scenes which are deeply impressed on my mind, none exceed in sublimity the primeval forests undefaced by the hand of man; whether those of Brazil, where the powers of Life are predominant, or those of Tierra del Fuego, where Death and decay prevail. Both are temples filled with the varied productions of the God of Nature: -- no one can stand in these solitudes unmoved, and not feel that there is more in man than the mere breath of his body.