Quotes About Death

Dulce resulta la vida cuando no hay temor a la muerte. El mito del Tártaro es vano. Hay que reírse de la muerte igual que de una máscara que aterroriza a los niños. También ella parece que va a morder, pero no muerde.

Paris is the only city in the world where starving to death is still considered an art.

It would definitely be death to my social life. And life is worthless without a social life.

Some people die, others just run out of fuel.

No fate is worse than oblivion; it is the completest form of death that can befall a queen.

Los dos no-cadáveres de mi mamá y María José mi hermana están en la zona de confusión que media entre la vida y la muerte.

Aprendía mal y a medias una lección: la gente se moría. Al morir, ¿dónde quedaba?, ¿eran ya para siempre inaccesibles? Transitaba como la cabeza de la tortuga, de la vida a la muerte, preguntándome dónde estaba la línea segura. Y no veía bien a bien dónde pararme para saber que estaba en territorio firme. Sobre todo porque comenzaba una exploración que ponía en juego la apariencia de los vivos.

Levanté los ojos al cielo, que se ponía de un color más suave y más azul con las primeras estrellas y me vino una impresión de belleza casi mística. Como un deseo de morirme allí, a un lado, mirando hacia arriba, debajo de la gran dulzura de la noche que empezaba a llegar. Y me dolió el pecho de hambre y de deseos inconfesables al respirar. Era como si estuviese oliendo un aroma de muerte y me pareciera bueno por primera vez

Si aquella noche —pensaba yo— se hubiera acabado el mundo o se hubiera muerto uno de ellos, su historia hubiera quedado completamente cerrada y bella como un círculo.» Así suele suceder en las novelas, en las películas, pero no en la vida... Me estaba dando cuenta yo, por primera vez, de que todo sigue, se hace gris, se arruina viviendo. De que no hay final en nuestra historia hasta que llega la muerte y el cuerpo se deshace...

Desde que el mundo es mundo, vivir y morir vienen siendo la cara y la cruz de una misma moneda echada al aire, pero si sale cara es todavía más absurdo. Para mí, si quieren que les diga la verdad, lo raro es vivir.

In what can only be described as a travelogue of death, as he went from county to county, state to state, he conveyed the sickening unbearable stench of decomposing black bodies hanging from limbs, rotting in ditches, and clogging the roadways.46 White Southerners, it was obvious, had unleashed a reign of terror and anti-black violence that had reached "staggering proportions." Many urged the president to strengthen the federal presence in the South.47 Johnson refused,

The living walk by the edge of a vast lake near the wise, drowned silence of the dead.

It was then I truly realised the whale is no more a fish than I am. So much blood. This was not like the fish on the quay, fresh caught, lying flipping and flopping, death on a simmer. This was a fierce, boiling death. She died thrashing blindly in a slick of gore, full of pain and fury, gnashing her jaws, beating her tail, spewing lumps of slime and half-digested fish that fell stinking about us. It was vile. So much strength dies slowly.

She lit another cigarette and smiled. "And that, kid, is when they added the S to the end of my last name." I laughed right through the kumquats. I miss her. She died early on the morning of my birthday in 1989, and I got my flowers and the card from her that afternoon.

Day dawns, a fine autumn morning, the kind to make a man happy to be alive. And probably the man would have been happier to be alive. He is in fact dead.

We can isolate determining points in which the creation of meat recalls the movement of narration. There is a beginning, a postulating of origins that positions the beginning of the story: we give animals life. There is the drama of conflict, in this case, of death. And there is the closure, the final summing up, which provides resolution to the drama: the consumption of the animal.

It is as though the way to create a child's acceptance of animals' deaths is by convincing him or her that sometimes humans must be killed too. "Just" wars justify meat eating.

Deep inside me something says don't feel anything, go back to sleep, when you feel, it hurts. When you love, people die." —Ruth Mendenberg

Ruth. If I die tomorrow, I'll be dead. But while I'm here, I want to be alive. One or the other. Not the state you're in.

Sempre que sonhava, morria no sonho.

In Goddess religion death is not feared, but is understood to be a part of life, followed by birth and renewal.

To put it simply, for Plato change equals death and decay. Since the body is the location of death and decay, the human body and all bodies were found lacking. Plato found change so problematic that he imagined divine power existing totally apart from the changing world, as we have seen. God not only did not have a body; he was also separate from all bodies. This is the first theological mistake.

The power of the Goddess is the intelligent embodied love that is the ground of all being. This intelligent embodied love undergirds every individual being including plants, animals and humans, as we participate in the physical and spiritual process of birth, death and renewal.

Captain Werner Von Bachelle of the 6th Wisconsin in General John Gibbon's Iron Brigade, who died on the Hagerstown Pike with his Newfoundland dog at his side, rests here as well.