Quotes About Death

seems to me that one ought to rejoice in the fact of death—ought to decide, indeed, to earn one's death by confronting with passion the conundrum of life. One is responsible to life: It is the small beacon in that terrifying darkness from which we come and to which we shall return.

Before you came I wanted to die, I have told you many times. It is cruel to have made me want to live only to make my death more bloody.

It seems to me that one ought to rejoice in the fact of death — ought to decide, indeed, to earn one's death by confronting with passion the conundrum of life.

There is a blood-red thunder all around you, a blinding light flashes from time to time, voices roar and cease, roar and cease, you are in the grip of an unknowable agony, it is in your shoulders, your arms, your hands, your breath, an intolerable labor- and, no, it is not at all like approaching an orgasm, an orgasm implying relief, even, sometimes, however desperately, implying the hope of love. Love and death are connected, but not in the place I was that day.

Well, love is very pleasant to observe as he advances, overthrowing all ancient memories with laughter. And yet for each gay lover who concedes the lordship of love, and wears intrepidly love's liveries, the end of all is death.

That's what makes death so hard—unsatisfied curiosity. —BERYL MARKHAM

Most men would rather die, than think. Many do.

That's what makes death so hard—unsatisfied curiosity. —BERYL MARKHAM, West with the Night1

The power of men like me does not come solely from our ability to kill--which is no small talent in itself, true, but neither is it as rare as gold. No, the true source of our power is so obvious it sometimes goes unnoticed for what it is: our power comes from other men's lack of courage. There is even less courage in this world than here is talent for killing. Men like me rule because most men are faint of heart in the shadow of death.

The very act of story-telling, of arranging memory and invention according to the structure of the narrative, is by definition holy. We tell stories because we can't help it. We tell stories because we love to entertain and hope to edify. We tell stories because they fill the silence death imposes. We tell stories because they save us.

For Christian faith, the death of God is not a question of his disappearance. On the contrary, it is one of the places where He is most fully present. Jesus is not Man standing in for God. He is a sign that God is incarnate in human frailty and futility.

Qué son las nubes, si no un pretexto para el cielo? ¿Qué es la vida, si no una huida de la muerte?

A samurai dies with dignity. For what is life to a samurai? Nothing at all. All life is suffering, neh ?

When a man's pride is injured, death is a small price to repay the insult.

The point is we both know life and understand death—and both believe treatment in hell and everywhere else depends on money.

You don't know for certain about God until you're dead.

What are clouds But an excuse for the sky? What is life But an escape from death?

Oh, yes. Every year in this Land of the Gods we have earth tremors. And fires and flood and Great Waves, and the monster storms – the tai-funs. Nature is very strong with us.' Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes. 'Perhaps that is why we love life so much, Anjin-san. You see, we have to. Death is part of our air and sea and earth. You should know, Anjin-san, in this Land of Tears, death is our heritage.

Perhaps that is why we love life so much, Anjin-san. You see, we have to. Death is part of our air and see and earth.

Listen, this is my death poem: "Like dew I was born Like dew I vanish Osaka Castle and all that I have ever done Is but a dream Within a dream." A last smile, so tender, from the Despot to them and to him. "Guard my son, all of you." And then the eyes had opaqued forever.

Death and life are the same thing. This is the immutable law of nature.

What was his death poem?" Omi said: "What are clouds But an excuse for the sky? What is life But an escape from death?' " Toranaga smiled. "Interesting.

Changi changed everyone, changed values permanently. For instance, it gave you a dullness about death—we saw too much of it to have the same sort of meaning to outsiders, to normal people. We're a generation of dinosaurs, we the few who survived. I suppose anyone who goes to war, any war, sees life with different eyes if they end up in one piece.

Death is preferable?" "I've already written my death poem, Lady: " When I die, don't burn me, don't bury me, just throw my body on a field to fatten some empty-bellied dog. " "That could be arranged. Easily.