Death Quotes
During Xtha-cka Zhi-ga The-the, the Killer of Flowers Moon. I will wade across the river of the blackfish, the otter, the beaver. I will climb the bank where the willow never dies.
He knew, but it was not enough. The sorrow was so large it threatened to tear through my skin. When he died, all things swift and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.
Yet this thou art alive, but if ye soar, My poor frail heart will have beat out its cryAnd sadly miss thy sweet form all the moreWhile helplessly I stand and watch you die.
The saddest thing about death, whether it's our own or someone we care for, is when the world doesn't stop when we do.
The saddest thing about death, whether it's our own or someone we care for, is when the world doesn't stop we do.
Tears are another river that takes us home. We become alive with tears. There isn’t a chance to return to sleep when we are weeping.
It was the sound of a thousand hungry children crying, ten thousand widows tearing their hair over their husband's graves, a chorus of angels singing the last dirge on the day of God's death.
And like that, I said goodbye to my grandmother like we were two people who met in a coffee shop, shared a lifetime of stories and left wanting more, but knowing we’d meet there again.
You cannot go poking skeletons in the closet without making maggots wriggle." - Springfield Road
You had a certain way of saying my name. It was the inflection maybe, something you put into those three syllables. And now you are gone and my name is just my name again, not the story of my life.
Market economy favors the have against the have not
Yet he refused to be depressed. Instead, Morrie had become a lightning rod of ideas.
This isn't where I intended to be. Killing a person has a funny way of getting your life off-track.
This isn't where I intended to be. Killing a person has a funny way of getting your life off-track. (Dark City Lights)
The train hit her with the sound of a meat-filled hefty bag smacking the pavement, and the effect was much the same, I guess. (Dark City Lights)
Good thing we weren't here when this happened, " Fred added. "We'd be pancakes - DEAD ones!
After death something new begins, over which all powers of the world of death have no more might.
Wisdom to accept change creates life, but conformity creates stagnation and leads to death.
Death is not the beginning of an endless deep, dark, silent night but the beginning of a bright, joyful, eternal light.
The revolution is for the sake of life, not death.
But here's how it works: when the world has told you once too often and once and for all that you are nothing nothing nothing then you come to the conclusion that others may be nothing too.
When it is time for you to say goodbye to a beloved animal friend, remember that while the physical interaction ceases, the soul connection you share is eternal and remains with you both forever.
She was not a vegetarian and knew firsthand animals had to die for her delectation, but she never liked to think about it.
I waited for him to come out. He didn't. I considered going in after him, but knew the fact that I had readied myself to kill him did not mean that he had readied himself to die.
We are all just humans trying to survive in this crazy world, in the spaces between birth and death.
The vastest things are those we may not learn.We are not taught to die, nor to be born, Nor how to burnWith love.How pitiful is our enforced returnTo those small things we are the masters of.
I deliberately seek out the colors to keep my mind off them, but now and then, I witness the ones who are left behind, crumbling among the jigsaw puzzle of realization, despair and surprise.
People observe the colors of a day at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quiet clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment.
You are mortal. You age, you die. If that is not hell, pray tell me, what is?
Nora knows better than most that nothing lasts forever. Life doesn't, love doesn't, hope doesn't, so why would death, hate, or despair? Nothing is permanent. Not even the end of the world.
Between the desireAnd the spasm, Between the potencyAnd the existence, Between the essenceAnd the descent, Falls the Shadow.
The sperm donor that impregnated my mother (with me), passed away. Please, stop sending me private messages of condolences. I never met the man.
My mother was informing me, by mail, that she was about to die, and would never see me again.
Mother, death, love -- everyone shares, unequally, those three poles of fascination.
In art and mythology, the Goddess appears in three forms. White represents the virgin, red the mother, and black, the crone, or the death-goddess.
All those calm, adult discussions. When all she really wanted to do was scream for her momma, her sweet momma, the one person in the world who loved her better than anyone ever would or ever could.
When you're reaching the end of the semester and you just wanna die. Coffin Making 101 is literally killing me.-Karen Quan and Jarod Kintz