Quotes About Death

Guilt was—it was the agony of spirit that made every day bleak. The fear that you might not live up to the cost of your survival—that you might not, somehow, justify the whim of fate that let Death miss you and take so many around you.

When the pride of intellect and caste is broken; when we grovel in the dust of humiliation; when sickness and sorrow come, and the shadow of death falls upon us, and there is no hope elsewhere,—we turn to God, who sometimes swallows the insult, and answers the appeal.

I know that as a very young child, I was afraid of death. Many children become aware of the notion of death early and it can be a very troubling thing. We're all in this continuum: I'm this age now, and if I live long enough I'll be that age. I was 20 once, I was 10, I was 4. People who are 20 now will be 50 one day. They don't know that! They know it in the abstract, but they don't know it. I'd like them to know it, because I think it gives you compassion.

Afraid of death? So very much afraid of death that you long to die?

The first time I met death, it was at a ball and we danced a waltz.

the illness of a good child is so far less trying than the sinfulness of one's sons – like your two elder brothers. Oh! Then one feels that death in purity is so far preferable to life in sin and degradation!

Lo, which a greet thing is affeccioun! Men may die of imaginacioun, So depe may impressioun be take.

Death is agony. There is simply no other way to describe it. It is getting the wind knocked out of you over and over again, and just when you think you have enough strength to take a deep breath, it knocks you down again. There is no break from the pain. It is arduous, unyielding.

That's what death is like, though. You can't only cry for two weeks straight. You cry, and then you get tired of crying, and then someone says something, and then you're all laughing, and it feels bad to be laughing, but it also feels so good. Without the laughter, we'd all be dying too.

The funeral was a reminder to look for the youth in a person, rather than their age. To look at their hopes and dreams, and the family they created, and their best moments with that family. To see them when they were filled with hope--not when the rug was pulled out from under them. To remember that death should be a reminder of all the memories of that person at their best, and the best private moments you shared with that person.

In death, the aftermath is worse tham=n the crash.

I don't give a damn if you were the featured date du jour of the sultan of Brunei. Get it through your head: You're here under duress,my duress, and the second I can get you across the river, the better I'll like it. Even if Winkie wants me? Who the hell is Winkie? In answer, her gaze traveled to his crotch. Woman, Jake roared, beyond insane, do you have a death wish? Get in that bed, pull the covers over your head, and go to sleep before I do something we'll both regret.

People live, and then they die, and as long as they do both things propertly, there's nothing much to regret.

The fly that no one to advise it follows the corpse into the grave.

A man's life from birth to death was a series of transition rites which brought him nearer and nearer to his ancestors.

Onye nkuzi ewelu itali piagbusie umuaka. One of the ways an emphasis is laid in Ibo is by exaggeration, so that the teacher in the refrain might not actually have flogged the children to death.

The fly that has no one to advise him follows the corpse into the ground.

That night the Mother of the Spirits walked the length and breadth of the clan, weeping for her murdered son. It was a terrible night. Not even the oldest man in Umuofia had ever heard such a strange and fearful sound, and it was never to be heard again. It seemed as if the very soul of the tribe wept for a great evil that was coming—its own death.

I dont want to die Then you shouldnt have been born

ELVIS & MARILYN: The deader they get - the more money they make.

EPITAPH She did to live she lived to die she died inside him where she lived so long dying to get out -

In her experience, dead children, unlike dead adults, always looked as if they were sleeping - though she understood that there was an element of wishful thinking whenever she had come across corpses that young.

The plain unvarnished reality that we cannot escape who we are and most of the time we die as we lived.

The flu was not a pretty way to die. But then, there really weren't pretty ways to die, unless you were granted that rarest of miracles and died in your sleep.