Quotes About Death

One of the most shocking aspects of the Spanish Flu was that, like its predecessors the Black Death and the Plague, it struck with terrifying speed. Victims could be fine at breakfast and dead by teatime.

Rebecca, death don't take pot shots, then say, 'Oh, shit, I missed and got the wrong fella!

I am young. I will give her many fine sons. She will not wail over my death for many winters.

Blue Eyes, you will drink?" Loretta waved him away. A long silence settled over them. Then Hunter grasped her chin and forced her to look at him. " Habbe we-ich-ket , seeking death, it is not wisdom." He wedged the canteen between his knees and caught her hand, placing it on his muscular upper arm. " Ein mah-heepicut , it is yours. No harm will come to you walking in my footsteps. You will trust this Comanche, eh? It is a promise I make for you.

You would prefer that she live for always away from you?" Hunter's gut contracted. In that instant he realized how much he wanted the woman beside him. "I would prefer that my eyes never again fall upon her than to see her die.

Jean once told me she's not interested in writing about getting older but about getting dead.

There is no boundary between the living and the dead

We should not, therefore, try to get 'behind' the work, Barthes argues. There is nothing there. Instead, 'the space of writing is to be ranged over, not pierced' (and the metaphor suggests that the quest for intention generates a kind of violence). We should look at the text, Barthes urges, not through it. And his manifesto concludes with a ringing declaration: 'the birth of the reader must be at the cost of the death of the Author'.

Three out of five Civil War soldiers who died during the war were killed by disease unrelated to wounds.

whatever their denomination, the dead were the dead and were all the same to John, or at least they had been up to this last month or so. Before that, he had thrown the dirt onto them with the comment, and this to himself, that 'such was life' or, when feeling very talkative inside, he might add, 'When their number's called, even the deaf hear.' But this was before he had witnessed the accident at the crossroads.

Despair is deep. An abyss that swallows dreams. A wall at the world's end. Behind it I await death. Because all our work has come to this.

He raised his hands. They saw his coat was feathered like the wings of the swan when it dies, when it sings its secret song. And he opened the door that none of them had seen until now.

If it means my death, I don't care, because even death will be a sort of freedom.

He pointed out that the unconscious never cares for the facts. "It only knows what abandonment feels like." He emphasized that the unconscious doesn't acknowledge the reality (the fact that my father had an inoperable cancer and died), but it does acknowledge the emotional impact (I was abandoned). My unconscious had registered the fear of having to take over a fractured, poor family.

Remember this when you are queen," said the vintovnik solemnly. "That I went into the dark for, and scared an old woman half to death.

That's stupid. What about a gun? A gun can kill you dead." "Only your body," Billy said. "It can't kill your soul. Words can kill your soul.

Somebody should put a warning label on everything in life that's about fear. Being afraid to die, being afraid your daughter will die, being afraid of getting hurt in love. It should all have a warning label to let people know it can be habit-forming.

On Papua, actually, after you were gone. At least, that's the first that I know for sure I killed. That I saw. I watched his eyes while he was dying. Then I almost turned the gun on myself.

death is the most helpless and irrevocable of states.

Somebody should put a warning label on everything in life that's about fear. Being afraid to die, being afraid your daughter will die, being afraid of getting hurt in love. It should all have a warning label to let people know it can be habit-forming. Once you decide to put all your energy into being scared of something, you might wake up one day and find out you have no idea how to stop. It happens to people. More often than anybody seems willing to admit.

Therefore, in accordance with our laws, I sentence you, Jenna of Saura, to death." Her

Knowing the faith master story and how to interpret it is critical to the spiritual journey; it may be a life and death issue.

You will live as you live anywhere. With difficulty, and grief. Yes, you are dead. And I and my family and everyone, always, forever. All dead, like stones. But what does it matter? You still have to go to work in the morning. You still have to live.

Who are you?" "I am Death," said the creature. "I thought that was obvious." "But you're so small!" "Only because you are small. You are young and far from your Death, September, so I seem as anything would seem if you saw it from a long way off-very small, very harmless. But I am always closer than I appear. As you grow, I shall grow with you, until at the end, I shall loom huge and dark over your bed, and you will shut your eyes so as not to see me.