Quotes Tagged "death"

Timor mortis conturbat me.

YOU'RE ONLY PUTTING OFF THE INEVITABLE, he said. That's what being alive is all about.

Once the game is over, the King and the pawn go back in the same box.

In spite of my suffering, at the thought that I was sure to end up by killing myself, I cried aloud and burst into tears.

I truly believe I am not afraid of death. What I shrink from, I believe, is the shame of dying as stupid and befuddled as I am.

…the longer I think about it the more it seems to me that we who are still alive are unreal in the eyes of the dead, that only occasionally, in certain lights and atmospheric conditions, do we appear in their field of vision.

Madness doesn’t get off wearing gloves. It needs to feel skin on skin, smell the blood and shit as it brings itself off.

The fact of having been born is a bad augury for immortality.

Ah earth you old extinguisher.

The living used to wonder what happened after death. She said that whole religions were born and evolved around this one simple uncertainty.

Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.

Sometimes I hear the world discussed as the realm of men. This is not my experience. I have watched men fall to the ground like leaves. They were swept up as memories, and burned. History owns them. These men were petrified in both senses of the word: paralyzed and turned to stone. Their refusal to express feeling killed them. Anachronistic men. Those poor, poor boys.

They looked to each other for support, for strength, and at times, motivation, to remember why and for whom they lived.

Not that there's anything wrong with just lying around on your back. In it's way, rotting is interesting too, as we will see. It's just that there are other ways to spend your time as a cadaver.

Death was not the scariest thing out there; no, the denial of it could be far worse.

One forgets the dead quite quickly; one doesn't wonder about the dead-what is he doing now, who is he with?

A man who takes into consideration the feelings of others even when arranging the manner of his own death shows a nobility of character which compels the admiration of all classes.

Death is terrible for anyone. Young or old, good or evil, it’s all the same. Death is impartial. There is no especially terrible death. That’s why death is so fearsome. Your deeds, your age, your personality, your wealth, your beauty: they are all meaningless in the face of death.

Sofya now understood the difference between life and existence: her life had come to an end, but her existence could drag on indefinitely. And however wretched and miserable this existence was, the thought of violent death still filled her with horror.

Thank God, my name isn’t in the list of those who died or were killed yesterday!