Quotes About Death

Until we are willing to give ourselves over to life, we always will be possessed by death.

Life is an endless recruiting of witnesses. It seems we need to be observed in our postures of extravagance or shame, we need attention paid to us. Our own memory is altogether too cherishing, which is the kindest thing I can say for it. Other are required, other perspectives, but even so our most important ceremonies – birth, love, and death – are secured by whomever and whatever is available. What chance, what caprice!

The dead slip out quietly and leave furious holes in their wake. It's Fortune's strong suit. She keeps catching us unprepared, again and again.

Os politicos sabem que eu sou poetisa. E que o poeta enfrenta a morte quando vê o seu povo oprimido.

Wait a minute, hold on... The dude dies, and the girl cries so hard that she gets turned into a fountain ?

All of life is slightly dependent on magic. So is death.

And death is simple. Life is what's complicated

Death made you look differently at the people you loved. Their real selves weren't there to contradict your beliefs about them. The dead became a whole other person.

He was murdered in Hawaii.

That from which these things are born That by which they live That to which they return at death Try to know that

The tanks dug ladders in the earth no one was able to climb In every war someone puts a cigarette in the corpse's mouth And the corpse The corpse is never mentioned In the hours before his empty body was found It was this, this life that he longed for, this that he wrote of desiring, Yet this life leaves out everything for which he lived

You know what's funny about death? I mean other than absolutely nothing at all? You'd think we could remember finding out we weren't immortal. Sometimes I see children sobbing airports and I think, "Aww. They've just been told.

i saw where someone was complaining about how much celebrities charge for autographs at these events, and in our defense someone said, "Well, you know, it may cost that much now, but when she dies it's really going to be worth a lot." So my death is worth something to some people. If I had enough pictures signed someone could put out a hit on me. Of

So my death is worth something to some people. If I had enough pictures signed someone could put out a hit on me.

i saw where someone was complaining about how much celebrities charge for autographs at these events, and in our defense someone said, "Well, you know, it may cost that much now, but when she dies it's really going to be worth a lot." So my death is worth something to some people. If I had enough pictures signed someone could put out a hit on me.

What I have learned lately is that people deal with death in all sorts of ways. Some of us fight against it, doing everything we can to make it not true. Some of us lose our selves to grief. Some of us lose ourselves to anger.

Okay, little car, you are protesting roads. They are death traps for animals. They are environmentally unsound impervious surfaces that cause runoff. I understand this. But could we protest in the summer?

If i opened the door would he be there? would he smile at me and show his dimples? Would his cheeks be scruffy because he needed a shave? Would he hug me? all i've wanted all these monthes was for him to be alive. But i'd seen him on the floor. i'd seen him in the coffin. And you can feel it when someone has died, you can feel that his soul is gone, just gone, the emptiness of his body.

You can kill me when I no longer enjoy a cup of tea

You're lucky to have a friend who will kill for you." So. I once had a friend who died for me, and now one who killed for me. Why didn't I feel lucky?

Them that live by the gun should die by the gun, is good sound twentieth century gospel.

The dead so soon grow cold." Funny that I got that off. It was years since I had read Oscar Wilde or any of his wise cracks.

So you've stopped thinking you're going to die? Oh, I'm more certain of it than ever. But I've stopped being scared.

Life was like one big marching army. Death ran alongside and picked off a soldier here and there, but that didn't affect the army. Its march continued, and its size didn't seem to diminish. On the contrary, it grew on into eternity, so that no one was alone in death. Someone else would always follow. That was what counted. Such was the chain of life: unbreakable. But