Best 9776 quotes in «death quotes» category

It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee;-- And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.

It was not until after the coming of Christ that time and humans could breathe freely. It was not until after him that people began to live toward the future. Humans do not die in a ditch like a dog-but at home in history, while the work toward the conquest of death is in full swing; they die sharing in this work.

It were well to die if there be gods, and sad to live if there be none.

I used to be afraid of two things - being alone and not being able to write. Since Albert's death, I don't care about writing or about other people.

I've been thinking of death a lot, and I am amazed by its inevitability, frightened, as we all are, of the totally unknown, and yet feel a long sleep is somehow earned by those of us who live on the edge.

I've just read that I am dead. Don't forget to delete me from your list of subscribers.

I've met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, 'Why?' Why did I cause so much pain? Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can't I see how we're all manifestations of love? I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong. We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens. And God says, 'No, that's not right.' Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything.

I venture that those of us who are most serene when faced with the possibility of nothingness are the ones who've reached furthest to the downward and upward of their beings.

I've played everything but the harp.

I want to be all used up when I die.

I want death to find me planting my cabbages.

I want it said of me by those who knew me best, that I always plucked a thistle and planted a flower where I thought a flower would grow.

I want to be a pretty corpse.

I was afraid of the pain of dying and terribly reluctant to leave the world behind because I liked life a lot, even if it had been pretty tough sometimes.

I want to go when I want. It is tasteless to prolong life artificially. I have done my share, it is time to go. I will do it elegantly.

I want to meet my God awake.

I warmed both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.

I was always fascinated by forbidden things people didn't want to talk about, like death.

I was young and foolish then; now I am old and foolisher.

I was born in Tyrone, 1956, for something I didn't do. I was innocent. But they gave me life. I still remember the midwife who extradited me.

I was given life because it was my time, and now I take leave of it according to the same law. Content with the natural sequence of these events, I am touched neither by joy nor by grief. I am simply hanging in the air ... incapable of freeing myself, tied by the threads of things.

I will garden on the double run, my rhythm obvious in the ringing rakes, and trust in fate to keep me poor and kind and work until my heart is short, then go out slowly with a feeble grin, my fingers flexing but my eyes gone gray from cramps and the lack of oxygen.

I will be conquered; I will not capitulate.

I will not die an unlived life...I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me...I choose to risk my significance.

I will not insult you by trying to tell you that one day you will forget. I know as well as you that you will not. But, at least, in time you will not remember as fiercely as you do now - and I pray that that time may be soon.

I will tell you something about stories . . . They aren't just entertainment. Don't be fooled. They are all we have, you see, all we have to fight off illness and death.

I wonder if heaven got a ghetto?

I would not that death should take me asleep. I would not have him merely seize me, and only declare me to be dead, but win me, and overcome me. When I must shipwreck, I would do it in a sea, where mine impotency might have some excuse; not in a sullen weedy lake, where I could not have so much as exercise for my swimming.

I would like to die on Mars. Just not on impact.

I wonder what day I shall die on - one passes year by year over one's death day, as one might pass over one's grave.

I would have picked up the artificial heart and thrown it on the floor and walked out and said he's dead if the press had not been there.

I would rather die a meaningful death than to live a meaningless life.

Just girt me for the onset with Eternity, When breath blew back, And on the other side I heard recede the disappointed tide!

Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries.

Just where death is expecting you is something we cannot know; so, for your part, expect him everywhere.

Just like those who are incurably ill, the aged know everything about their dying except exactly when.

Keep Looking Up was my life's admonition, I can do little else in my present position.

Keep out of Chancery. It's being ground to bits in a slow mill; it's being roasted at a slow fire; it's being stung to death by single bees; it's being drowned by drops; it's going mad by grains.

Kill one man, and you are a murderer. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill them all, and you are a god.

Lately, I've become accustomed to the way The ground opens up and envelopes me Each time I go out to walk the dog.

Knowing about reincarnation helps us relax. It assists us with an understanding of death and dying. Death is not an end, quite the contrary.

Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.

Last night I dreamed I went to hillbilly heaven and you know who greeted me at the gate? The ole cowboy-philosopher himself, Will Rogers.

Late on the third day, at the very moment when, at sunset, ..., there flashed upon my mind, unforeseen and unsought, the phrase “Ehrfurcht vor dem Leben” (“reverence for life”).

Knowledge by suffering entereth, And life is perfected by death.

Lack of love for the vegetative, subtle, cthonic, pagan, and sexy aspect of the world means death.

Laughter. Yes, laughter is the Zen attitude towards death and towards life too, because life and death are not separate. Whatsoever is your attitude towards life will be your attitude towards death, because death comes as the ultimate flowering of life. Life exists for death. Life exists through death. Without death there will be no life at all. Death is not the end but the culmination, the crescendo. Death is not the enemy it is the friend. It makes life possible.

Learning to live again without you is killing me.

Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north - wind's breath, And stars to set; but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!

Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O grave! where is thy victory? O death! where is thy sting?