Quotes About Death

Quid est, Catulle? quid moraris emori? [...]

O let it be enough what thou hast done, When spotted deaths ran arm'd through every street, With poison'd darts, which not the good could shun, The speedy could outfly, or valiant meet. The living few, and frequent funerals then, Proclaim'd thy wrath on this forsaken place: And now those few who are return'd agen Thy searching judgments to their dwellings trace. From Annus Mirabilis, The Year of Wonders, 1666, by John Dryden

Every happiness is a bright ray between shadows, every gaiety bracketed by grief. There is no birth that does not recall a death, no victory but brings to mind a defeat.

Every happiness is a bright ray between shadows, every gaiety bracketed by grief. There is no birth that does not recall a death, no victory but brings to mind a defeat. So was that commencement a celebration.

But I refuse to say. Because I love him, and you'd give anything, wouldn't you? You'd give anything for someone you love not to die alone and in scalding agony?

I have never felt any rest in sleep. For a few seconds I am numbed, then a new life begins, freed from the conditions of time and space, and doubtless similar to that state which awaits us after death. Who knows if there is not some link between those two existences and if it is not possible for the soul to unite them now?

Felix Randal the farrier, O he is dead then? My duty all ended,Who have watched his mold of man, big-boned and hardy-handsome,Pining, pining.

Ons leven is een sterven, aan de kant van de weg. Maar dit terzijde.

Het graf gaapt, de tijd zoemt en nergens is redding.

Neen: je plicht doen, dat was alles wat er overbleef... En die plicht was: proberen het boek te voltooien, tegen beter weten in, want wie werd iets wijzer van wat ik opschreef? Maar áf moest het, vind ik zelf, áf... voordat ik voorgoed in de alkohol kopje onder zoude gaan en eindelijk de enige verlossing zoude vinden die bestond: de Dood...

Zijn kennis van vreemde talen was nihil. Eigenlijk moest hij dood.

Oh how wrong we were to think immortality meant never dying

Life is but a dream for the dead.

The priest was no different from the others now. He lay on the ground. His legs were crushed under a girder. He couldn't feel a thing. His pain went unfelt. In five minutes at mot he would burn to death. He thought: That's the reward for being keen.

It is natural to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes to that siren until she allures us to our death.

If nobody had to die how would there be room enough for any of us who now live to have lived.

Estaba muerta, ése era ahora su estado natural y pacífico. Como si nunca hubiera sido otra cosa: de repente pétrea, muerta y neutra, una cosa.

Tengo que irme, me dije, ya he perdido demasiado tiempo entre los muertos, fingiéndome muerto, olvidándome de la ironía.

Abituarsi a guardare la vita come una cosa d'altri, rubata per scherzo, da restituire domani. Convincersi ch'è uno sbaraglio per temerari, che la precauzione suprema è morire. La morte: un esilio? Un rimpatrio? Come s'affonda in un legno un chiodo, a piccoli colpi, la morte... Pena di doversi lasciare a metà, dopo aver fatto con se stessi così poca strada, curiosità di conoscere il séguito...

Death is a very important part of life.

All that is dead carries the echoes of life.

I am bound to add that the excess in too little has ever proved in me more dangerous than the excess in too much the last may cause indigestion, but the first causes death.

From that moment our love became sad, and sadness is a disease which gives the death-blow to affection.

I cannot think without a shudder of contracting any obligation towards death. I hate death; for, happy or miserable, life is the only blessing which man possesses, and those who do not love it are unworthy of it.