Thousands of people are being buried and no one attends the funerals,’ said one of the soldiers. ‘In peacetime it’s the other way round: one coffin and a hundred people carrying flowers.
I wished that my own bones were unbound, I wished they were mingling, picked clean by fish, with the bones of another body, a body my bones and heart and soul had loved with unfathomable certainty for decades, and both of us down deep now, lost to everything but the fact of bare bones on a dark seabed.
If I touch a burning candleI can feel no painIf you cut me with a knifeIt’s still the sameAnd I know her heart is beatingAnd I know that I am deadYet the pain here that I feelTry and tell me it’s not realAnd it seems I still have a tear to shed
WHAT FOR IS THIS BOX PADDED? IS IT TO BE SAT ON? CAN IT BE THAT IT IS CAT-FLAVOURED?
A country that relies on aid? Death is better than that. It stops you from achieving your potential, just as colonialism did.
We all love conflagrations. When the sky changes color, it is a dead man’s passing.
Makhluk kecil kembalilah. Dari tiada ke tiada. Berbahagialah dalam ketiadaanmu.
We all know we’re going to die; what’s important is the kind of men and women we are in the face of this.
Of course I want to kill you, said Skulduggery. I want to kill most people. But then where would I be? In a field of dead people with no one to talk to.
Boys play with death as though it were a game, cutting their teeth on daggers.
. . . owning a dog always ended with this sadness because dogs just don’t live as long as people do.
At times I believed that the last page of my book and the last page of my life were one and the same, that when my book ended I’d end, a great wind would sweep through my rooms carrying the pages away, and when the air cleared of all those fluttering white sheets the room would be silent, the chair where I sat empty.
Honor from death,” I snap, “is a myth. Invented by the war torn to make sense of the horrific. If we die, it will be so that others may live. Truly honorable death, the only honorable death, is one that enables life.
Mama said it’s probably because of Suzanne, and that you are never the same after a child dies. That made me wonder what she was like before Clover died, because I don’t think I really knew my own mother until I had children, and if she was different before, I don’t remember.
When a man sees a dying animal, horror comes over him: that which he himself is, his essence, is obviously being annihilated before his eyes–is ceasing to be. But when the dying one is a person, and a beloved person, then, besides a sense of horror at the annihilation of life, there is a feeling of severance and a spiritual wound which, like a physical wound, sometimes kills and sometimes heals, but always hurts and fears any external, irritating touch.
Would it hurt to die? All those times he had thought it was about to happen and escaped, he had never really thought of the thing itself: his will to live had always been so much stronger than his fear of death.
Zalos: ‘The world is full of massive things in motion. Little creatures get hurt.
The spirit who inhabits her animates us all. Destroy the host, you destroy the power. The young die first; the old wither slowly; the eldest perhaps would go last. But she is the Queen of the Damned, and the Damned can’t live without her.
Despise not death, but welcome it, for nature wills it like all else.
Reality means you live until you die…the real truth is nobody wants reality.
Do not wait until the near end of your life to realize that you have not fully lived to love.
This time it is real — all must die, and where could mountaineer find a more glorious death!
Too much of water hast thou poor Ophelia, and therefore I forbid my tears.But yet it is our trick, let shame say what it will. when these are gone the women will be out!Adieu my lord, I have a speech of fire that fane would blaze, But that this folly doubts it.
For if the darkness and corruption leaveA vestige of the thoughts that once I had,Better by far you should forget and smileThan that you should remember and be sad.
All those vitamins aren’t to keep death at bay, they’re to keep deterioration at bay.
Shinji slowly fell forward onto his face. Debris bounced up on impact. It took less than thirty seconds for the rest of his body to die. The memento of his beloved uncle–the earring worn by the woman he loved–was now stained with the blood running down Shinji’s left ear, reflecting the glow from the red flames of the farm building.And so the boy known as the Third Man, Shinji Mimura, was dead.
I never understood why when you died, you didn’t just vanish, everything should just keep going on the way it was only you just wouldn’t be there. I always thought I’d like my own tombstone to be blank. No epitaph, and no name. Well, actually, I’d like it to say ‘figment’.
But thoughts the slave of life, and life, Time’s fool,And Time, that takes survey of all the world,Must have a stop.
The scariest thing in the world is thinking someone you love is going to die.
Hope is the greatest madness. What can we expect of a world that we enter with the assurance of seeing our fathers and mothers die? A world where, if two beings love each other and give their lives to each other, both can be sure that one will watch the other perish?
We are frightfully concerned with our own deaths, sometimes so much so that we forget the real purpose of our lives
My Dear,Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.-Falsely yours
No one can avoid death; it is inevitable. Therefore, I should create in my mind a kind of willingness and accepting for that event without any fear.
History is just a way of keeping score, but it doesn’t have to be who we are.
I’m sure we all have dreams of leaving at some time in our lives, but when we reach the bottom, most of us go running home.
WHAT IS IT CALLED WHEN YOU FEEL WARM AND CONTENT AND WISH THINGS WOULD STAY THAT WAY?’I guess you’d call it happiness,’ said Harga.
I loved my mother too,’ I said. ‘I still do. That’s the thing – it never goes away, even if the person does.
How am I going to tell the kids? How do I tell the man that I love, the man that I swore I’d grow old with that we won’t have that happy ending that he and I have worked so hard for? How do I say goodbye to all of you? How do I let go?
The Son of God took our nature, and in it took upon himself to teach us by both word and example even to the point of death, thus binding us to himself through love.
Basically, I don’t ever move too far past the death, burial and resurrection of Jesus, because it’s of first importance. And I make sure it’s of first importance with anyone I’m talking to. It all comes down to that, really, when you get right down to it. So it’s not complex. Jesus removed our sins and guarantees we can be raised from the dead.
I’ve grieved enough for his life cut short and for mine for running on for so long with so little in it. It’s weakness now, but I suppose I am crying out of a general sense of loss. Maybe I am mourning for the human condition.
When we see death, we see disaster. When Jesus sees death, he sees deliverance!
Well, right now I’m not dead. But when I am, it’s like…I don’t know, I guess it’s like being inside a book that nobody’s reading. […] An old one. It’s up on a library shelf, so you’re safe and everything, but the book hasn’t been checked out for a long, long time. All you can do is wait. Just hope somebody’ll pick it up and start reading.
Only happy people have nightmares, from overeating. For those who live a nightmare reality, sleep is a black hole, lost in time, like death.
Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there’s a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.
You can’t choreograph death, but you can choreograph your funeral.
There can be no darker or more devastating tragedy than the death of man’s faith in himself and in his power to direct his future.
Human efforts to avoid or overcome death are always doomed to disappointment.
It wasn’t his, it wasn’t my fault,we both had nothing except patience,but Death has none. I saw him come (how meanly!)and I watched him as he took and took:none of it I could claim as mine.
Waking up was a daily cruelty, an affront, and she avoided it by not sleeping.
All that tread,The globe are but a handful to the tribes,That slumber in its bosom.
Your least favorite virtue, or nominee for the most overrated one? Faith. Closely followed—in view of the overall shortage of time—by patience.
When we’re all gone at last then there’ll be nobody here but death and his days will be numbered too. He’ll be out in the road there with nothing to do and nobody to do it to. He’ll say: where did everybody go? And that’s how it will be. What’s wrong with that?
The real heroes anyway aren’t the people doing things; the real heroes are the people NOTICING things, paying attention. The guy who invented the smallpox vaccine didn’t actually invent anything. He just noticed that people with cowpox didn’t get smallpox.
I feel birth, death, marriage is destined, and these things can’t be manipulated. I have surrendered my life completely. So, whenever it happens, I will accept it.
Life is a temporary condition, Henry. And it’s uncertain. That’s why you have to seize chances when you find them. Pursue what you want. Take risks. Live, love…all of it. Every last one of us is going to die, but if we don’t live as we truly want, if we’re not with the one we want to be with, we’re dead already.
Embrace the probability of your imminent death….and know there is nothing i can do to save you.
Men should think twice before making widowhood women’s only path to power.
Look at your own povertywelcome itcherish itdon’t be afraidshare your deathbecause thus you will share your love and your life
Snape raised his wand and pointed it directly at Dumbledore.Avada Kedavra!
He could not stand. It was notThat he could not thrive, he was bornWith everything but the will –That can be deformed, just like a limb.Death was more interesting to him.Life could not get his attention.