Quotes About Death

They are fools, who reckon Elua a soft god, fit only for the worship of starry-eyed lovers. Let the warriors clamor after gods of blood and thunder; love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel. It is as inexorable as the tides, and life and death alike follow in it's wake.

You sang the seas calm, and you drove the Dalriada to war, whatever it took. They know that. That's why they adore you. But everyone needs to laugh in the face of death. They're following an anguissette into battle. Give them credit for seeing the absurdity of it. You've been dwelling on it long enough.

Let the warriors clamor after gods of blood and thunder; love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel. It is as inexorable as the tides, and life and death alike follow in its wake.

Victory doesn't matter to the dead, nor to the living who mourn them.

L'amore è duro, più duro dell'acciaio e tre volte più crudele. È inesorabile come la marea, e vita e morte seguono la sua scia.

Love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel. It is as inexorable as the tides, and life and death alike follow in its wake.

Comme ils sont dans l'erreur ceux qui voient en Elua un dieu bien délicat, fait uniquement pour être adoré par les amants aux yeux tournés vers les étoiles. Mais que les guerriers clament donc leur foi dans des dieux de sang et de tonnerre ; l'amour est dur, plus dur que l'acier - et trois fois plus cruel. Il est inexorable comme la marée, et la vie et la mort marchent sur ses brisées.

Amid the horrors of war, the poets seldom saw fit to mention the deadly tedium.

Il dolore riscatta tutto: rappresenta la consapevolezza della vita e, al tempo stesso, un monito di morte.

We had survived the prison, the plain and the loss of all hope, but the women had discovered that survival is no more than putting off the moment of death

It wasn't necessary for me to stop Anthea's heart. Each death had contributed a little to killing her. There had been so much hope when we'd escaped from the prison, and then the slow dissipation, the gradual abandonment of all expectations, a defeat that had killed everything without a battle. She wondered when it had dawned on us that we were as much prisoners out in the open as we had been behind bars.

sobrevivir solo es postergar el momento de morir

It makes my heart so heavy. Young men shouldn't have to die, and their parents shouldn't have to go through the rest of their lives making everything seem right by saying, 'At least my boy was brave.' Or, 'We're proud he did his bit.

Think of a dead body as if you are viewing a set of clothing, Maisie - but consider it as the attire the soul has worn for many a year. And it is clothing that has something to teach us about the man or woman under the knife.

the time it took to brush away one tear could mean the difference between saving a soldier or laying him out after death.

A short time ago death was the cruel stranger, the visitor with the flannel footsteps . . . today it is the mad dog in the house. One eats, one drinks beside the dead, one sleeps in the midst of the dying, one laughs and sings in the company of corpses. —GEORGES DUHAMEL, French doctor serving at Verdun in the Great War

Bombers were the dark crows of death, sent out to lay their eggs on an unsuspecting world.

Think of a dead body as if you are viewing a set of clothing, Maisie—but consider it as the attire the soul has worn for many a year.

and in the homosexual phase which would follow Eurydice's death ... Orpheus sings no more, he writes.

Everyone must assume their own death, that is to say, the one thing in the world that no one else can either give or take: therein resides freedom and responsibility.

But to learn to live, to learn it from oneself and by oneself, all alone, to teach oneself to live ("I would like to learn to live finally"), is that not impossible for a living being? Is it not what logic itself forbids? To live, by definition, is not something one learns. Not from oneself, it is not learned from life, taught by life. Only from the other and by death. In

From this point of view, Rousseau knew that death is not the simple outside of life. Death by writing also inaugurates life. "I can certainly say that I never began to live, until I looked upon myself as a dead man" (Confessions, Book 6 [p. 236]).

Elu jaatamine pole muud kui teatavat sorti mõte surmast. See pole ei vastandumine ega ka ükskõiksus surma suhtes. Tõepoolest, võiks peaaegu öelda et midagi vastupidist, kui see poleks omakorda liiga lihtne vastandumisele järele andmine

La parte de tu muerte que me doy, la parte de tu muerte que yo puse de mi cosecha, cómo poder pagártela… Ni la parte de vida que tuvimos juntos.