Quotes Tagged "death"

Corpses sour you. They are bad for objectivity.

The Angel of Death is the invisible Angel of Life.

I believe there are ways whose ends are life instead of death.

While he was waiting, leaning on the counter at a coffee place, he remembered the dream he'd had the night before about Antonio Jones, who had been dead for several years now. As before, he asked himself what Jones could have died of, and the one answer that occurred to him was old age. One day, walking down some street in Brooklyn, Antonio Jones had felt tired, sat down on the sidewalk, and a second later stopped existing.

Death frees us from the sickness of modern life.

But one wants the idea of Death, you know, as something large and unknowable, something that allows a person to stretch himself out. Especially one wants it if one is tired. Or perhaps what one wants is simply a release from sensation, from all consciousness for ever....

She would die, and maybe everyone would forget that she had ever lived.

He knew that his father had finally run hard enough and long enough to wear down the frontiers between the worlds, he had run clear out of his skin and into the arms of his wife, to whom he had proved, once and for all, the superiority of his love. Some migrants are happy to depart.

... a heart can be broken, but it keep on beating, just the same.

The language of roses shifts under our feet. It blows in and out like the wind. It carries the fragrance of the flower and then it is gone...It is how we learn to speak about something that is disappearing as we say its name.

Let whoever can win glory before death.

You never know these days. Uninvited guests may force you to take an unplanned trip to an unknown destination; doesn’t hurt to be in your Sunday clothes.

It’s when I have to acknowledge the past and all of those nameless, faceless people I’d assassinated, that I unravel inside.

The sum of his life was a unique melody, hauntingly beautiful and powerful.

Open questions like love, life, death, struggle and sex are our experiences, our opinions are not answers but they still remain mysterious unanswered questions. Let it be Open.

An honorable death is well and good, but if the life at stake is not your own, what then?

Sometimes, you can't save someone from themselves.

Awareness of mortality exerts a unique power to focus the mind and heart on essentials.

I wonder if my first breath was as soul-stirring to my mother as her last breath was to me

We are all dust passing through the air, the difference is, some are flying high in the sky, while others are flying low. But eventually, we all settle on the same ground.