Best 9776 quotes in «death quotes» category

Must then a Christ perish in torment in every age to save those that have no imagination.

Must not all things at the last be swallowed up in death?

My beautiful wife is dead. She meant everything to me. Her laughter, her tears and her joy will remain with me the rest of my life.

My curiosity to see the melancholy spectacle of the executions was so strong that I could not resist it, although I was sensible that I would suffer much from it.... I got upon a scaffold near the fatal tree so that I could clearly see all the dismal scene.... I was most terribly shocked, and thrown into a very deep melancholy.

My dad was dead, so these streets had to raise me.

My day's work will begin again the next morning. The tomb is not a blind alley.

My father always used to say that when you die, if you've got five real friends, then you've had a great life.

My father was a film-maker. He always said he wanted to go like Humphrey Jennings, the legendary director who stepped backwards over a cliff while framing a better shot.

My girlfriend's weird. One day she asked me, 'If you could know how and when you were going to die, would you want to know?' I said, 'No.' She said, 'Okay, forget it.

My grandmother was a very tough woman. She buried three husbands and two of them were just napping.

My husband is everything to me and without him it's just not the same.

My idea of walking into the jaws of death is marrying some woman who has lost three husbands.

My husband wanted to be cremated. I told him I'd scatter his ashes at Neiman Marcus - that way, I'd visit him every day.

My life is in denial. And when I die, baptized in eternal fire, I'll shed many tears.

My lifestyle determines my deathstyle.

My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.

My manuscripts sleep, while I cannot, for I am covered with poultices.

My maternal grandma was a tough, tough lady and a stern woman, who lost her husband young and raised six kids by herself. She lived in a mining community in Upstate New York and ran a boarding house for miners. She took care of an entire family and miners who lived in the house as well.

My prayer to the Lord every day, is this-I have been a great sinner. I do not deserve Heaven. Let me stay here.

My psychiatrist says I have a messiah complex. But I forgave him.

Mythology is the womb of mankind's initiation to life and death.

My sole defense against the natural horror which death inspires is to love beyond it.

My spirit is too weak--mortality Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep, And each imagin'd pinnacle and steep Of godlike hardship tells me I must die Like a sick Eagle looking at the sky.

My uncle Sammy was an angry man. He had printed on his tombstone: What are you looking at?

My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One of us has got to go.

Naked I came, naked I leave the scene

Nay, the greatest wits and poets, too, cease to live; Homer, their prince, sleeps now in the same forgotten sleep as do the others. [Lat., Adde repertores doctrinarum atque leporum; Adde Heliconiadum comites; quorum unus Homerus Sceptra potitus, eadem aliis sopitu quiete est.]

Nature intends that, at fixed periods, men should succeed each other by the instrumentality of death. We shall never outwit Nature; we shall die as usual.

Nature does not know extinction; all it knows is transformation. ... Everything science has taught me-and continues to teach me-strengthens my belief in the continuity of our spiritual existence after death. Nothing disappears without a trace.

Nearly dying brings you closer to living. There's a thin border; you feel yourself cross it, going back to the land of the living, going home. Perhaps, if you'd gone the other way, death would have been a different home.

Never chase a lie. Let it alone, and it will run itself to death.

Never does one feel oneself so utterly helpless as in trying to speak comfort for great bereavement.

Never thoughts of suicide, I'm too alive. But I still treat it like it's do or die.. even though dyin' isn't in the plans, but neither was makin' it and here I am

Never forget that you must die; that death will come sooner than you expect... God has written the letters of death upon your hands. In the inside of your hands you will see the letters M.M. It means 'Memento Mori' - remember you must die.

Never say about anything, "I have lost it," but only "I have given it back." Is your child dead? It has been given back. Is your wife dead? She has been returned.

New studies show that 100% of all smokers die.

No despot ever flung forth his legions to die in foreign conquest, no privilege-ruled nation ever erupted across its borders, to lock in death embrace with another, but behind them loomed the driving power of a population too large for its boundaries and its natural resources.

Nirvana is not the blowing out of the candle. It is the extinguishing of the flame because day is come.

Niko knew death like a sister - she was his true partner in the phenomenal world.

Nobody ever got anything from God on the grounds that he deserved it. Haven fallen, man deserves only punishment and death. So if God answers prayer it's because God is good. From His goodness, His lovingkindness, His good-natured benevolence, God does it! That's the source of everything.

No innocent man buys a gun, and no happy man writes his memoirs.

No, I'll repine at death no more, But with a cheerful gasp resign To the cold dungeon of the ground These dying, withering limbs of mine. Let worms devour my wasting flesh, And crumble all my bones to dust:-- My God shall raise my frame anew, At the revival of the just.

No motion has she now, no force; she neither hears nor sees; rolled around in earth's diurnal course, with rocks, and stones, and trees.

No man knows where the Castle of King Death is. All men and women, boys and girls, and even little wee children should so live that when they have to enter the Castle and see the grim King, they may not fear to behold his face.

No matter how much you've been warned, Death always comes without knocking. Why now? is the cry. Why so soon? It's the cry of a child being called home at dusk.

None but a good man is really a living man, and the more good any man does, the more he really lives. All the rest is death, or belongs to it.

No matter how expected, death is always the ultimate surprise.

No neurotic harbors thoughts of suicide which are not murderous impulses against others redirected upon himself.

No one can confidently say that he will still be living tomorrow.

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there.