Death Quotes

All Bette's stories have happy endings. That's because she knows where to stop. She's realized the real problem with stories—if you keep them going long enough, they always end in death.

এ ভুবনে ডুবল যে চাঁদ সে ভুবনে উঠল কি তা?হেথায় সাঁঝে ঝরল যে ফুল হোথায় প্রাতে ফুটল কি তা?এ জীবনের কান্না যত― হয় কি হাসি সে ভুবনে?হায়! জীবন এত ছোট কেনে?এ ভুবনে?

The Angel of Death is always a young person, or a group of young people, you'll begin seeing them left and right soon.

Around, around the sun we go:The moon goes round the earth.We do not die of death:We die of vertigo.

Who wanted to be smiled at by the girl that trailed shadows like pets, conjured snakes and waited for Death, her bridegroom, to steal her from these walls?

For, truly, the man who does not know when to die, does not know how to live.

Cauldron save you.Mother hold you.Pass through the gates, and smell that immortal land of milk and honey.Fear no evil.Feel no pain.Go, and enter eternity.

I have every reason to be sad, but I don't have any reason to mourn. People grieve when things end. Nothing has ended tonight. One of us has simply gone ahead as we always knew it would have to be.

Now that her spirit had left, I’d thought she would feel light. Then I realized it was the spirit that carries the weight of the body and not the other way around.

Was it not worth the loss of a little immortality to have that strange mix of innocence and strength close to him?

Death cuts off possibilities. Even if they were possibilities you never meant to act on, it feels differentwhen they’re gone.

He thought he saw some horses, too, and a clown, but it was the faces of all those dead raptors that really bothered him. And maybe that clown a little bit.

The foolish rush to end their lives.Only the steadfast soul survives.

Because I could not stop for death he kindly stopped for me, or paused at least to strike a glancing blow with his sky-blue mouth as he passed.

I was such a messed up person and he was still holding on.

أحمق من يستسلم للموت طالما الحياة ممكنة

When your demon was yourself, there really was no way to fight or get rid of it.

Death ends a life, but it does not end a relationship, which struggles on in the survivor’s mind toward some final resolution, some clear meaning, which it perhaps never finds.

And when suddenlythe god stopped her and, with anguish in his cry, uttered the words: ‘He has turned round’ –she comprehended nothing and said softly: ‘Who?

Dante: Evergreens aren't supposed to die

Love is like a flower. Its upright when its in harmony and withered when its dead.

I am dying now, but I still have many things to say.

Live, die, something else lives. The very soil humanity walks upon is built up from death. Digging into a flowerbed means digging into bones.

The candle glimmers but an hour. The nightLooms in its ancient hunger. Would you knowThe tragedy of human love and need?Gaze on the stars, then on a brother's face!

The thin line between life and death is still under construction.

The painful truth about life is not death but death while you are alive.

Silence is a lie that screams at the light.

Would that the dead were not dead! But there is grass that must be eaten, pellets that must be chewed, hraka that must be passed, holes that must be dug, sleep that must be slept.

Watch birth and death:The lotus has alreadyOpened its flower.

Where they burn books, at the end they also burn people

I don't say goodbye very easily, Anna. Not gracefully or prettily.Goodbye tears your heart out and leaves it a feast for carrion birds who happen by.

Death was kind.” He drew a sharp breath. “But no father should have to give such a kindness to his child.

Science ask facts and religion ask faith, humans are confused between life and death.

Love is bitter, death is sweet.

Human efforts to avoid or overcome death are always doomed to disappointment.

Every man believes to some extent that the world began when he was born and, at the moment of leaving it, suffers at having to let the Universe remain unfinished.

You may say suicide is a loss of control and cowardly. Foolish as it may sound, I am prepared to argue.

I wish I could fly like that hawk, rising and falling with the still spaces in the air, far above all this sickness and death and evil.

I wish I could recommend the experience of not being killed to everyone.

This was how an enemy should be dealt with: with a dagger, not a declaration.

When it's my time, and the reaper calls my name, there will be no stink of fear on me, and my only wish will be to die with grace, covered in the blood of my enemies.

Death is a part of Life, they are dancing together the dance of infinity in front of the gates of Time. We can live our dreams as we are dreaming our future. Time is the Endless Consciousness

...do you actually think that how long a person grieves is a measure of how much they loved someone?

Fear leads to death as the window to the courtyard. Jump!

That's what death is, Danny thought: wanting to talk to someone and not being able to.

I prefer my history dead. Dead history is writ in ink, the living sort in blood.""Do you want to die old and craven in your bed?""How else? Though not till I'm done reading.

I could kill you a thousand times over Abraham, but we would never be even. You took everything I had.

Immortality like this is about as useful as sunscreen on a submarine.

Everything worthwhile ends. We are in the perpetual process now: creation, maturation, cessation.

Time has transfigured them intoUntruth. The stone fidelityThey hardly meant has come to beTheir final blazon, and to proveOur almost-instinct almost true:What will survive of us is love.