Quotes About Death

A hero doesn't seek death, but neither does a hero let the possibility of violent death deter resolute action toward the purpose at hand.

Rich got a plan for living. Poor got a plan for dying.

Morituri Non Cognant (Those Who are About to Die, Just Don't know)

Life's a bitch, and then you die.

and the real problem was that not all that many people truly wanted to die before turning thirty. And those who did used bombs.

Martin also reveals the many scientific studies that have shown the benefits of long sleeping and napping to our health and happiness, and also shows how major disasters such as Chernobyl, and smaller ones such as train and motorway crashes, were caused by lack of sleep. Chasing profit leads to lack of sleep, and lack of sleep can lead to death.

You wouldn't think you could get bored falling to your death... But when it's a really, really long drop, there's a definite risk on ennui.

If you're mortal, all they can do to you is kill you.

the Elf had it in her to speak the Seven Words of Power, and there was no death so horrible that he wouldn't embrace it joyfully rather than hear them; I told you, but you wouldn't listen.

Pile up that gold around my head. I must take it with me to pay the ferryman.' 'I thought it was just a coin on the eyes or something.' 'Inflation. Also, I'll take up rather a lot of room on the boat.

BORN: 1856 George Bernard Shaw (Man and Superman, Major Barbara), Dublin 1894 Aldous Huxley (Brave New World, Crome Yellow), Godalming, England DIED: 1934 Winsor McCay

No, it's just like when you're dead and you try to remember being alive, it'll be like thinking of winter on the hottest day of the year. You'll know it's true, but you won't really believe it.

What a beautiful bird, they kept telling one another, which was a weird thing to say about a dead thing without a head.

Just a dead kid in the park, one more sign that the world had lost its mind.

Those who shun the whimsy of things will experience rigor mortis before death.

Death is simple. Life is messy. Give me life, the more complicated the better.

To live fully, one must be free, but to be free one must give up security. Therefore, to live one must be ready to die. How's that for a paradox?

It was autumn, the springtime of death. Rain spattered the rotting leaves, and a wild wind wailed. Death was singing in the shower. Death was happy to be alive. The fetus bailed out without a parachute. It landed in the sideline Astroturf, so upsetting the cheerleaders that for the remained of the afternoon their rahs were more like squeaks.

Are you aware that rushing toward a goal is a sublimated death wish? It's no coincidence we call them 'deadlines.

Death is impatient and thoughtless. It barges into your room when you are right in the middle of something, and it doesn't bother to wipe its boots.

At birth, we emerge from dream soup. At death, we sink back into dream soup. In between soups, there is a crossing of dry land. Life is a portage.

And who ever said the world was fair, little lady? Maybe death is fair, but certainly not life. We must accept the unfairness as proof of the sublime flux of existence, the capricious music of the universe- and go on about our tasks

It was autumn, the springtime of death.

Ritual he liked, but compulsory routine he hated. Thus, he resented every minute that he now had to surrender to showering, shampooing, shaving, and flossing and brushing his teeth. If mere men could devise self-defrosting refrigerators and self-cleaning ovens, why couldn't nature, in all its complex, inventive magnificence, have managed to come up with self-cleaning teeth? There's birth, he grumbled, there's death, and in between there's maintenance.