Death Quotes

Of all the ways to lose a person, death is the kindest.

The South-wind bringsLife, sunshine and desire,And on every mount and meadowBreathes aromatic fire;B...

The question is whether suicide is the way out or the way in.

Please don't die.

From this outer edge of his life, looking back, there was only one remorse, and that was only that h...

Writing keeps death at bay. Every book I write is a triumph over death. ... If we did not know we’d ...

How talented was death. How many expressions and manipulations of hand, face, body, no two alike. Th...

Please, please, help me grow to be like them, the ones'll soon be here, who never grow old, can't di...

He was in Guanajuato, Mexico, he was a writer, and tonight was the Day of the Dead ceremony. He was ...

Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a paint...

Death loves death, not life. Dying people love to know that others die with them; it is a comfort to...

I’m the thing you most desire, you represent the thing I least desire, death. It’s just the opposite...

Once you kill all of us, and you're alone, you'll die! The hate will die. That hate is what moves yo...

And in the years when your shadow leaned clear across the land as you lay abed nights with your hear...

And when he died, I suddenly realized I wasn't crying for him at all, but for the things he did. I c...

Everyone must leave something behind when he dies . . . Something your hand touched some way so your...

Every time you take a step, even when you don't want to. . . . When it hurts, when it means you rub ...

Sunsets are loved because they vanish.Flowers are loved because they go.The dogs of the field and th...

She knew a thing she should have known all along: that dead people are like wax memory-you take them...

Everything that happens before Death is what counts.

Death doesn't exist. It never did, it never will. But we've drawn so many pictures of it, so many ye...

The father hesitated only a moment. He felt the vague pain in his chest. If I run, he thought, what ...

When you reach the stars, boy, yes, and live there forever, all the fears will go, and Death himself...

I've always figured it that you die each day and each day is a box, you see, all numbered and neat; ...

How talented was death. How many expressions and manipulations of hand, face, body, no two alike.

People die every day, psychologically speaking. Some part of them gets tired. And that small part tr...

I take this continent with me into the grave.

Take death for example. A great deal of our effort goes into avoiding it. We make extraordinary effo...

Neither of the two people in the room paid any attention to the way I came in, although only one of ...

Time makes everything mean and shabby and wrinkled. The tragedy of life, Howard, is not that the bea...

Facing death calmly is praiseworthy only if one faces it alone. Death together is no longer death, e...

What distresses us is not loosing life, but losing what gives it meaning.

Remember where you came from, where you’re going, and why you created the mess you got yourself into...

Having made the decision to love, had I chosen life instead of death?

[W]hen the pleasure is at the sweetest, death is the nearest (461)[.]

The sweetest poison doth often bring the surest death (645).

[T]here is no greater strengthener of sin, and destroyer of the soul, than Scripture misapplied (317...

Thou art standing all this while at the door of eternity, and death is waiting to open the door, and...

If your hope dieth, your duties die, your endeavors die, your joys die, and your souls die. And if y...

What interest hath this empty world in me? and what is there in it that may seem so lovely, as to en...

100: Live This Day as if It Were Your Last.

100: Live This Day as if It Were Your Last.

Cause if you shoot a bullet someone dies. If you drop a bomb many die. You hit a woman, love dies. B...

When I am dying, I should like my life taken out under general anaesthetic, exactly as if it were a ...

We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because th...

We do not, after all, deal in truths, only potentialities. Too much truth can be worse than death, a...

I can't see the logic in medicating a grieving person like there was something wrong with her, and y...

Because there was only one thing worse than dying. And that was knowing you were going to die. And w...

There seemed no answer. He wasn't resigned to anything, he hadn't accepted or adjusted to the life h...

Again he shook his head. The world's gone mad, he thought. The dead walk about and I think nothing o...

It was a high ceilinged room with tall, large-panes windows. Apart from the doorway was the desk whe...

Shall I kill her now? Shall I not even investigate, but kill her and burn her?His throat moved. Such...

Now when I die, I shall only be dead.

He thought about that visionary lady. To die, he thought, never knowing the fierce joy and attendant...

In a typical desperation for quick answers, easily understood, people had turned to primitive worshi...

Failures plagued me. Things I had omitted or ignored, neglected. What I should have given and hadn’t...

Each memory was brought to life before me and within me. I could not avoid them. Neither could I rat...

…Not that it was unjust; not that the scales were forced out of balance. Where there had been good, ...

If men only felt about death as they do about sleep, all terrors would cease. . . Men sleep contente...

Not only did I rediscover every experience of my life, I had to live each unfulfilled desire as well...

If a man confessed anything on his death bed, it was the truth; for no man could stare death in the ...

You can't make me do nothing but die!

Every decent man in America ought to swoon with joy for the opportunity to crush with his heel the w...

Her strategy for honoring the dead had always been to take action - solve the mystery, punish the cr...

The worst that can possibly have happened to him is death and that we are all in for---if not this m...

Death isn't funny." "Then why are there so many jokes about death? Jill, with us — us humans — death...

Belief is the death of intelligence.

The only cure for a real hangover is death.

If there is another world he lives in bliss. If there is none he made the best of this.

Let the tent be struck.

There may be little or much beyond the grave But the strong are saying nothing until they see.

I had a lover's quarrel with the world.

Part of a moon was falling down the west,Dragging the whole sky with it to the hills.Its light poure...

Suicide leaves everyone feeling guilty.

There is some delight in ale and wineAnd some in girls with ankles fineBut my delight, yes always mi...

A man without trust might as well be dead.

A man falling off a cliff to certain death will stretch out a hand even to his worst enemy.

You have made flowers grow where I cultivated dust and stones. Remember this, on this journey you in...

Does it make you brave to stick your hand in a bear's mouth? Would you do it again just because you ...

I always say, if you must mount the gallows, give a jest to the crowd, a coin to the hangman, and ma...

When it comes to my own turn to lay my weapons down, I shall do so with thankfulness and fatigue, an...

Death, like a host, comes smiling to the door;Smiling, he greets us, on that tranquil shoreWhere nei...

To look back upon the past year, and see how little we have striven and to what small purpose: and h...

Vanity dies hard, in some obstinate cases it outlives the man.

REQUIEMUnder the wide and starry skyDig the grave and let me lie:Glad did I live and gladly die,And ...

The light at the end of the tunnel is just the light of an oncoming train.

History has to live with what was here,clutching and close to fumbling all we had -it is so dull and...

His life was focused on each single day. For him each night meant a void, a grave, extinction. The c...

Planned obsolescence isn't a new idea - God always used it with people.

For what blessing may a man hope for butAn immortality inThe loving vigilance of death.

He thought of night coming on. He thought of the loneliness of tonight, this first night in the grou...

I don't think of death in a romantic way anymore.

Books are finite, sexual encounters are finite, but the desire to read and to fuck is infinite; it s...

El silencio de la muerte es el peor de los silencios, porque el silencio rulfiano es un silencio ace...

All names disappear. Children should be taught that in elementary school. But we're afraid to teach ...

No one knew what she was doing in Colonia Hidalgo, although it was most likely, according to the pol...

While he was waiting, leaning on the counter at a coffee place, he remembered the dream he'd had the...

The diseased, anyway, are more interesting than the healthy. The words of the diseased, even those w...

I am dying now, but I still have many things to say.

Before she continued her search she sat in his revolving desk chair, and wept for the passing of tim...