To The Death Quotes
Dark circles under my eyes sink deeper and deeper into my skull, in contrast to my pale skin there is an undeniable resemblance to a fresh corpse.
Losing a mate to death is devastating but it's not a personal attack like divorce. When somebody you love stops loving you and walks away, it's an insult beyond comparison.
Everything- even me, and one day even Charlotte- must come to end.
I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come." Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out.
But in battle you cannot tell another when it is his time to enter the World-to-Come, nor is it possible to keep any man in this world when he wishes to leave it behind.
All death reminds us that nothing is promised, only that life was worth it.
Losing someone you love is harder. One minute they're there, the next they're gone. There were times I wished they would rise up from the dead.
You have tasted of death now, ” said the old man. “Is it good?” “It is good, ” said Mossy. “It is better than life.”“No, ” said the old man: “it is only more life.
And this evening when I close my eyes against the darkness and think about her, I'll imagine iridescent wings fluttering, if only for a moment, against cloudless blue skies.
Walking thru this graveyard, I realize times were never really hard. We live, we love, we let it go. The world ain't changed me at all.
How could a person have and do all these stupid things--clip coupons and double lock the front door--and then one day just cease to exist?
I'm not afraid of being dead. I'm just afraid of what you might have to go through to get there.
Believe it or not each and every one of us in this room is one day going to stop breathing, turn cold, and die
A complete life may be one ending in so full identification with the non-self that there is no self to die.
To learn to die is to learn to live. Death is the giver of life.
The scribbled signature black, onto the blinding global white, onto the thick soupy red.
What branch does not have its leaves and which twig will not have its flowers?
The only advantage of knowledge is that it can justify suffering.
Never trust a man who teaches about death but yet had no real experience at all about it.
For two days I went about my business. I travelled the globe as always, handing souls to the conveyor belt of eternity.
As soon as someone dies, frenzied construction of the future (shifting furniture, etc.): futuromania.
Because beauty consits of it's own passing, just as we reach for it. It's the ephemeral configuration of things in the moment, when you can see both their movement and their death.
Who can be worried without the light of a memory?
We are born and then we die. And in between lies only this strange darkness that we can’t break.
Does anyone else day dream about what it would be like if specific age groups just dropped dead all across the world?
Why is edamame always ready to expire? It´s so urgent for a vegetable. Edamame. It sounds like an assisted form of suicide. Is there an advertising concept in this?
Time and death: It's the ultimate vision of an artist at the end of everything. It's just what's there. It was not something I planned to do.
Dr. Beall gave him the first shot, followed closely by the second.He said, "I'll check for a heartbeat."I said, "You don't need to. I can see it in his eyes."Dewey was gone.
After I am dead I'd rather have people ask why I have no monument than why I have one.
We must make haste then, not only because we are daily nearer to death, but also because the conception of things and the understanding of them cease first.
Each day death corrodes what we call living, and life ceaselessly swallows our desire for the void.
They had...finished their lives before their death – which is not always the end of life and often comes long before the end.
Everybody was dying, or already dead, or leaving other people, and the year was dying into winter, and the only thing to do was make some noise.
As he watches the sun rise, what grieves him is that he failed her. He thinks of the terror she felt. They tell him it was quick, as if that will somehow confine the horror.
Erik, Erik! I saved your life! Remember? You were scentenced to death! But for me you would be dead by now.
The man now retrieved a linen cloth and stuffed it deep into Katherine’s mouth. “Death, ” hewhispered to her, “should be a quiet thing.
Death always knew how to connect vice with misfortune.
The sum of his life was a unique melody, hauntingly beautiful and powerful.
Awareness of mortality exerts a unique power to focus the mind and heart on essentials.