Quotes About Death

Short of a sudden and widespread popular revolt, the death spiral appears unstoppable, meaning the United States as we know it will no longer exist within a decade or, at most, two.

Maybe it's true. Maybe we were wrong in choosing to cultivate life instead of worshipping death. But we made the choice without listening to those on the outside. Without listening to those who always demand and insist on a fight to the death, as long as others will be the ones to do the dying. We made the choice while looking and listening inward, as the collective Votán that we are. We chose rebellion, that is to say, life.18

Those who resist are relentlessly self-critical. They ask the hard questions that mass culture, which promises an unachievable eternal youth, fame and financial success, deflects us from asking. What does it mean to be born? What does it mean to live? What does it mean to die? How do we live a life of meaning? What is justice? What is truth? What is beauty? What does our past say about our present? How do we defy radical evil?

Corporate capitalism has made war on the communal and the sacred, on those forces that allow us to connect and transcend our temporal condition to bond with others. These bonds will be reestablished or we will slip further into a world where death is more attractive than life.

A culture that does not grasp the vital interplay between morality and power, which mistakes management techniques for wisdom, which fails to understand that the measure of a civilization is its compassion, not its speed or ability to consume, condemns itself to death.

The winner of a knife fight was the man who bled to death slowest.

I just wanted them to die, said Poison. They didn't have to make such a drama about it.

Si les trente-trois juges constituant le tribunal rabbinique votaient unanimement pour la sentence de mort, il était de règle que l'accusé fût acquitté.

There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no passion, there is serenity. There is no chaos, there is harmony. There is no death, there is the Force.

We're leaving him. I ain't gonna risk any of your lives for the sake of carrying the corpse of a traitor

It took seven hours for Azen to die.

Over a million people. So fast. Gone, just like that.

bloodied, broken corpse

By the time it was over, we knew the dead were the lucky ones.

Just remember who you belong to, Hannah. I wouldn't want to have to shoot anyone - or strangle you. She leaned over to kiss his shoulder. Why am I the one to be strangled? It's a much more personal death.

He was dead. He just didn't know it yet.

Draden drank in his surroundings with both appreciation and sorrow. The beautiful path led to a village that should have been thriving. Instead, it was now a path to certain death.

I am the wind heralding death, the instrument of justice sent by our Prince to carry out the sentence pronounced on you by our people for your crimes against mortals and immortals alike.

The woman was sexy, lethal and very confident. The sound of her laughter was enticing. Intriguing. It played along his nerve endings and sent an electrical current running through his bloodstream. He was on the verge of death and he'd never felt more alive.

If I'm going to die a really ugly death, it's nice to like the person you're going to share that with.

Aside from the fact that you're probably an adrenaline junkie or you wouldn't have gone anywhere near the Special Forces or Dr. Whitney and his crazy experiment? Or that guys like you wind up dead because you never learn enough is enough? Or that you go through women like water? Arly indicated Ryland's hands with his chin. And that you've probably seen the inside of more than one jail because you get in fights. Ryland whistled softly. Tell me what you really think, don't spare my feelings.

His hands framed her face again, his amber eyes alive with love, with tenderness. I want to make a vow to you. I'll love you with everything in me. I'll bring you as much happiness as I can give you. But I cannot allow your death, not at my hands. You're more important than I am.

His mouth found each of her eyelids, then drifted down her cheek to the corner of her lips. Don't protest. Just listen to me. I'v thought about this for a long time. Your life is in danger. You've accepted that, and you're willing to chance our love. But I couldn't live with your death at my hands. I can't, Isabella. He kissed her mouth, her soft, pliant lips, drawing strength from her, her endless courage becoming his.

Whitney plants viruses in us to force us to return home. [...] I knew sooner or later I wouldn't return, and I'd die from whatever they put in me.