Best 9 801 of Death quotes - MyQuotes

By Anonym 16 Sep

Roger Zelazny

It was almost a mystical experience. I do not know how else to put it. My mind outran time as he neared, and it was as though I had an eternity to ponder the approach of this man who was my brother. His garments were filthy, his face blackened, the stump of his right arm raised, gesturing anywhere. The great beast that he rode was striped, black and red, with a wild red mane and tail. But it really was a horse, and its eyes rolled and there was foam at its mouth and its breathing was painful to hear. I saw then that he wore his blade slung across his back, for its haft protruded high above his right shoulder. Still slowing, eyes fixed upon me, he departed the road, bearing slightly toward my left, jerked the reins once and released them, keeping control of the horse with his knees. His left hand went up in a salute-like movement that passed above his head and seized the hilt of his weapon. It came free without a sound, describing a beautiful arc above him and coming to rest in a lethal position out from his left shoulder and slanting back, like a single wing of dull steel with a minuscule line of edge that gleamed like a filament of mirror. The picture he presented was burned into my mind with a kind of magnificence, a certain splendor that was strangely moving. The blade was a long, scythe like affair that I had seen him use before. Only then we had stood as allies against a mutual foe I had begun to believe unbeatable. Benedict had proved otherwise that night. Now that I saw it raised against me I was overwhelmed with a sense of my own mortality, which I had never experienced before in this fashion. It was as though a layer had been stripped from the world and I had a sudden, full understanding of death itself.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Abhishek Shukla

Live a life that leaves a memory, nobody can steal.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Lisa Cach

Death is the force that will create your new life. It is a mechanism of transformation. Welcome it.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Sundin Richards

I can't wait to collapse into perfection

By Anonym 20 Sep

P. S. Greenwood

When I looked up to that vacant night sky I was struck by its sheer emptiness. There was no more moon, no more stars, no sign of the beautiful blanket of neon dandruff beyond.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Aldous Huxley

Ignore death up to the last moment; then, when it can't be ignored any longer, have yourself squirted full of morphia and shuffle off in a coma. Thoroughly sensible, humane and scientific, eh?

By Anonym 13 Sep

William Cowper

Grief is itself a medicine.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Matshona Dhliwayo

It is easier to die a natural death than to rise from a spiritual one.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Thomm Quackenbush

I narrate the story but he dies off-stage between commercials. A washing machine ad later, we are dressed in our funereal best. We sniffle and indulge in product placement for Kleenex. The credits roll.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Sara Teasdale

I have no riches but my thoughts, Yet these are wealth enough for me; My thoughts of you are golden coins Stamped in the mint of memory; And I must spend them all in song, For thoughts, as well as gold, must be Left on the hither side of death To gain their immortality.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Anna De Noailles

Consider in his spiritual martyr this being who lies with closed eyes, dislocated like the victim of a brutal accident who no longer requires care or rescue. Count the stabbing wounds of the hideous disappointment in the human imagination. Auscultate this pensive desert where alternate the rale and the silence. Feel pity for the grief that calls not only for death, but for a disgracied death, and receive, o World, this weight of trampled dream in the paradise with no conscience of your vain eternity !

By Anonym 16 Sep

Melita Tessy

If I knew how and where to sacrifice myself, I must know how and where to save myself.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Ava Bloomfield

Even the water, grey and listless as it tossed against the harbour wall, seemed fixed in time; as if peering hard enough into its depths would reveal the tips of Peter’s fingers, himself still swaying underwater, cradled in the sea’s mouth.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Ray Bradbury

One day you discover you are alive. Explosion! Concussion! Illumination! Delight! You laugh, you dance around, you shout. But, not long after, the sun goes out. Snow falls, but no one sees it, on an August noon.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Dan Simmons

When the last autumn of Dickens's life was over, he continued to work through his final winter and into spring. This is how all of us writers give away the days and years and decades of our lives in exchange for stacks of paper with scratches and squiggles on them. And when Death calls, how many of us would trade all those pages, all that squandered lifetime-worth of painfully achieved scratches and squiggles, for just one more day, one more fully lived and experienced day? And what price would we writers pay for that one extra day spent with those we ignored while we were locked away scratching and squiggling in our arrogant years of solipsistic isolation? Would we trade all those pages for a single hour? Or all of our books for one real minute?

By Anonym 14 Sep

Edward Bulwer-lytton

Man only of all earthly creatures, asks, Can the dead die forever? - and the instinct that urges the question is God's answer to man, for no instinct is given in vain.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Louise Penny

I saw a lot of men die there. Most men. Do you know what killed them?”…”Despair,” said Finney. “They believed themselves to be prisoners. I lived with those men, ate the same maggot-infested food, slept in the same beds, did the same back-breaking work. But they died and I lived. Do you know why?” “You were free.” “I was free. Milton was right…the mind is its own place. I was never a prisoner. Not then, not now.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Abhishek Shukla

TAKE Risk because you never know how absolutely perfect something could turn out to be..

By Anonym 15 Sep

Emile Zola

Death had to take her little by little, bit by bit, dragging her along to the bitter end of the miserable existence she'd made for herself. They never even knew what she did die of. Some spoke of a chill. But the truth was that she died from poverty, from the filth and the weariness of her wretched life.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Zicheng Hong

Fishing is a pleasure of retirement, yet the angler has the power to let the fish live or die.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Steven Magee

Death offers freedoms that do not exist in modern corporate societies.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Ivy Compton-burnett

When I die, people will say it is the best thing for me. It is because they know it is the worst. They want to avoid the feeling of pity. As though they were the people most concerned!

By Anonym 18 Sep

Billy Graham

Someday a loving Hand will be laid upon your shoulder and this brief message will be given: “Come home.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Toni Sorenson

God is not someone you meet when you die. His smiling face will be the first and the most familiar to greet you on the other side of mortality. You’ll recognize Him and know in your heart of hearts that you’re not entering a new sphere, but returning home to the place you’ve always belonged.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Patience Johnson

When you do away with God you become your own god, because you recognise no greater power in the universe than yourself.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Sherrilyn Kenyon

War, misery, and death spared no soul, and took pity on no family.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Compton Gage

All the labour of man is for his mouth, and yet the appetite is not filled.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Michel De Montaigne

There is nothing of evil in life for him who rightly comprehends that death is no evil; to know how to die delivers us from all subjection and constraint.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Sara Sheridan

A chap’s impending death has a way of focusing the mind.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Fafore

When I die, I would love to die smiling. If however I forget this, I hope I have someone there to make me smile.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Steven Magee

Death frees us from the sickness of modern life.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Edward Gorey

I just got a rather nasty shock. In looking for something or other I came across the fact that one of my cats is about to be nine years old, and that another of them will shortly thereafter be eight; I have been labouring under the delusion they were about five and six. And yesterday I happened to notice in the mirror that while I have long since grown used to my beard being very grey indeed, I was not prepared to discover that my eyebrows are becoming noticeably shaggy. I feel the tomb is just around the corner. And there are all these books I haven't read yet, even if I am simultaneously reading at least twenty...

By Anonym 20 Sep

Sonali Dev

You can't learn anything from losing someone you love. Any lesson you learn from that isn't a lesson. It's a compromise with life. A lie you tell yourself.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Roman Payne

Whilst the wolflets bayed, A grave was made, And then with the strokes of a silver spade, It was filled to make a mound. And for two cold days and three long nights, The father tended that holy plot; And stayed by where his wife was laid, In the grave within the ground.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Viraj J. Mahajan

She was few inches taller than him and when for the first time her promising eyes met with his, he knew it would be more than friendship. He was too young to name that feeling then. But love...above all relationships knows no age.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Chuck Palahniuk

If you won't share my life with me, maybe you'll share my death.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Allan Dare Pearce

There is, you will concede, a limit to the niceties a man is obliged to fulfill when his wife is dead and not yet cold.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Mackie Burt

One of the best parts of being a Guardian is that we get a chance to grow and change. We get to exist in both worlds. We know the secret of life and have the knowledge of death

By Anonym 19 Sep

Michelle Franklin

There comes a point in one's life where the people whom we grew up admiring begin to die, leaving a great chasm in the world. This is awful enough to deal with without having anything so annoying as feelings getting in the way of personal equanimity. And then, possibly even more horribly, there comes a time in one's life when the people whom we grew up with or the people who are in our same age group begin to die. I have had the disagreeable business of having to watch colleagues only a few years my senior perish without warning, though premonition would not soften the blow. I am now realizing that I am entering this time, the dreadful gateway of existence, the one that leads to watching the ebb and flow of time, the great rote and sussuration of life and death, and being able to do nothing but welter in misery and pine over the dregs of hideous mortality. Death is an unaccountable business, one that robs the living of the peace we believe to be --perhaps mistakenly-- our birthright, one which asks the living to pay for the departed in the currency of feelings, leaving us to wallow in emotional debt. There is a loneliness about behind left behind as is there a thrill of horror for what lies beyond. The sum total of living is to sacrifice peace in favour of finding it, which makes little sense at all. I often wonder if the dead know we grieve for them, as the penury of pity only disconcerts ourselves. It is poor comfort, the business of mourning, for what is there really to mourn about excepting our own desire for reconciliation, something which no one, not even the dead, can furnish?

By Anonym 15 Sep

Isamu Fukui

And with that, Umasi reached down and slung Zyid's lifeless body over his shoulder, stoically bearing the morbid burden in silence. Slowly, solemnly, the two brothers turned as one to face the warm, beckoning glow of the rising sun, together for one last time.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Steven Magee

Modern architecture has the potential to send you to an early grave.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Mervyn Peake

The vastest things are those we may not learn. We are not taught to die, nor to be born, Nor how to burn With love. How pitiful is our enforced return To those small things we are the masters of.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Eric Garcia

In happy operating procedure, the breathing is like fresh air through the body. In unkind operating procedure, the fresh air is gone sad." Fresh air gone sad is a beautiful way to describe the death process.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Alison Bruce

You lose a child and you do understand each other's grief at first, but if you get out of step with each other, it's all over. Suddenly each of you is alone.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Geoffrey Chaucer

His spirit chaunged house and wente ther, As I cam nevere, I kan nat tellen wher.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Vladimir Solovyov

True spiritual love is not a feeble imitation and anticipation of death, but a triumph over death, not a separation of the immortal form from the mortal, of the eternal from the temporal, but a transfiguration of the mortal into the immortal, the acceptance of the temporal into the eternal. False spirituality is a denial of the flesh; true spirituality is the regeneration of the flesh, its salvation, its resurrection from the dead.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Charles Baudelaire

My love, do you recall the object which we saw, That fair, sweet, summer morn! At a turn in the path a foul carcass On a gravel strewn bed, Its legs raised in the air, like a lustful woman, Burning and dripping with poisons, Displayed in a shameless, nonchalant way Its belly, swollen with gases. - A Carcass

By Anonym 15 Sep

Grigoris Deoudis

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

By Anonym 20 Sep

Alexander Chee

You ought to know, you were my best friend. You were. I know you loved me. I loved you. No one should have gone through what we went through, but we did. And it kills me to think of it. But I didn't love you like you loved me. I don't hate you for that. It just makes me sorry, that there isn't someone else who could love you better. I know when you think about how I went, you'll get it. I was always uneasy about being alive. The idea of being dead makes me feel clear. When I think of it. It makes me think peace, peace, peace. It makes me happy. I am looking forward to it, to the absence of everything. And so I want you to be happy for me, that this is better for me. That I found what I needed. I know you won't be. But it's the last thing I want. You happy.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Vladislav Tamarov

The photos I took in Afghanistan are lying in front of me. I peer into the faces of those who were with me there and who are so far away from me now, into the faces of those who were dying right next to me and those who were hiding behind my back. I can make these photos larger or smaller, darker or lighter. But what I can't do is bring back those who are gone forever.