Quotes About Death

There's no fair in life and death.

Memories are who we are, Tul. In the end, that's all the luggage you take with you and memories are what last. That's why your life flashes before your eyes when you die - you're picking the memories you want. It's like packing.

He'd been the only Wolcott besides Elsa who loved reading, and he'd frequently taken her side in family disagreements. Don't worry about dying, Elsa. Worry about not living. Be brave.

Examination was the only solace. Instead of looking away from heartache, you needed to crawl inside of it, wear it like a warm coat on a cold day. There was peace in loss, beauty in death, freedom in regret. She had learned that the hard way.

She saw how death impacted people, saw the glazed look in their eyes, the way they shook their heads, the way their sentences broke in half as if they couldn't decide is silence or words would release them from sorrow.

In literature, death was many things--- a message, catharsis, retribution. Death made you cry, filled you with sadness, but in the best of her books, there was peace, too, satisfaction, a sense of the story ending as it should. In real life, she saw, it wasn't like that. It was sadness opening up inside you, changing how you saw the world.

Every time a good soul dies, I think the world gets a little darker.

Arrête de pleurer. Ne sais-tu pas que tes larmes vont se changer en pluie, que la vapeur sortant de ta bouche va se changer en brume et que ton frère qui est mort ne pourra pas trouver son chemin vers sa future existence ?

I lie in the soil and fertilize mushrooms Leaking out gas fumes are made into perfume You can't fire me because I quit Throw me in the fire and I won't throw a fit

If you die you're completely happy and your soul somewhere lives on. I'm not afraid of dying. Total peace after death, becoming someone else is the best hope I've got.

Before I die many will die with me and they'll deserve it. See you in Hell.

One of the few good things about modern times If you die horribly on television, you will not have died in vain. You will have entertained us.

Kurt Vonnegut (Jr.)

During my three years in Vietnam, I certainly heard plenty of last words by dying American footsoldiers. Not one of them, however, had illusions that he had somehow accomplished something worthwhile in the process of making the Supreme Sacrifice.

La muerte era algo que te llegaba al final, tras haber vivido unas decenas de años y haber ido envejeciendo poco a poco. Un largo camino blanco que se extendía en línea recta hasta desaparecer en la distancia en medio de una luz cegadora. Hay quien llama a esto "la nada", pero nadie la ha visto. La muerte era eso.

Pues yo, cuando leo que los cristianos dicen que la muerte es hermosa y que no hay por qué temerla, me indigno. Me parece algo estúpido y arrogante. La muerte no es hermosa. Es patética y vacía. Y tenemos que aceptarlo.

Un día hablamos del paraíso, ¿no? Tú dijiste que no creías ni en el otro mundo ni en el paraíso, ¿te acuerdas? -Sí, me acuerdo. -Si la muerte tiene algún sentido, ¿no crees que es incongruente negar la existencia del otro mundo y del paraíso? -¿Por qué? -Porque al morir todo acaba, ¿no? Y si no existe un después, es imposible que la muerte tenga sentido...

A veces, ni yo mismo sé si algo es real o si lo he soñado. Si en el pasado eso ha ocurrido de verdad o no. Me pasa incluso con personas a las que conocía muy bien. Cuando hace muchos años que han muerto, acaba dándome la sensación de que jamás han estado en este mundo.

We've sterilized war, made it easy. Stripped it of the smell of infection and the silence of death. We've bled off the terror and the sorrow. And because of us, the power to wage war now rests in the hands of cowards and hypocrites.

The toughest part of life isn't death after all. It's living and dealing with our pasts.

Should we die, the mechanics of life would go on without us, and that is what people feel most terribly disturbed by,' Korin interrupted himself, bowed his head, thought for a while, then pulled an agonized expression and started slowly swiveling his head, 'though it is only the very fact that it goes on that enables us properly to understand that there is no mechanism.

The unchained workers of decay were waiting in a dormant state for the necessary conditions to be established, as soon enough they would be, when they might recommence their interrupted struggle, that predetermined, merciless assault in the course of which they would dismantle whatever had been alive once and once only, reducing it into tiny insignificant pieces under the eternally silent cover of death.

Se gandi iar la cotet si la porci, intrucat simti ca la fel cum cei care nu banuiesc ca din providenta ce pluteste deasupra zilelor noastre o sa ramana doar lumina de pe cutitul cu care se injunghie porcul, tot asa nici noi nu banuim nimic, si nici n-o sa aflam vreodata ceva despre acest infricosator adio.

Halics's whole body felt as though it had lost definition and, as for his coat, it had lost whatever resistance to water it once had nor could it protect him from the roaring cataract of fate, or, as he tended to say, "the rain of death in the heart," a rain that beat, day and night, against both his withered heart and defenseless organs.