Quotes Tagged "death"

Nakata had passed away calmly in his sleep, most likely not thinking of anything. His face was peaceful, with no signs of suffering, regret, or confusion. Very Nakata-like, Hoshino concluded. But what his life really meant, Hoshino had no idea. Not that anybody's life had more clear-cut meaning to it. What's really important for people, what really has dignity, is how they die. Still, how you live determines how you die. These thoughts ran through his head as he stared at the face of the dead old man.

Life is spent hovering round our tomb. Our various sicknesses are but the winds which carry us more or less near to the haven. … Death is our friend, nevertheless we do not recognise it as such, because it presents itself to us under a mask, and that mask inspires us with terror.

Finally, I will never forget stopping near a lovely young girl still strapped to her seat, breathing slightly. Her blouse was white, her slacks were blue. At the end of the trousers were two snow-white ankle bones where her feet used to be. I had never seen the whiteness of bones that are freshly exposed like that.

He saw at least a dozen people still in their seats. Their clothes were torn or blown or burned from their bodies, “completely naked in front, missing limbs, missing faces, some breathing, some moaning, and others just deader than a door nail.

So it is said, for him who understands Heavenly joy, life is the working of Heaven; death is the transformation of things. In stillness, he and the yin share a single Virtue; in motion, he and the yang share a single flow.

This is how most stories end in the hospital. Not with crash carts and sirens and electric shocks to the chest, but with an empty room, a crisp white bed, silence.

waiting in a life full of little stories for a death to come

Nothing can dwindle to nothing, as Nature restores one thing from the stuff of another, nor does she allow a birth, without a corresponding death.

মরণ তোমার হার হল যে মনের কাছে ভাবলে যারে কেড়ে নিলে সে যে দেখি মনেই আছে মনের মাঝেই বসে আছে। আমার মনের ভালবাসার কদমতলা- চার যুগেতেই বাজায় সেথা বংশী আমার বংশীওলা। বিরহের কোথায় পালা- কিসের জ্বালা? চিকন-কালা দিবস নিশি রাধায় যাচে।

Dead. Even in the silence of my mind I cannot think the word. I cannot acknowledge this most obvious and terrible of truths.

Liz Emerson held so much darkness within her that closing her eyes didn't make much a difference at all.

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky; The dew shall weep thy fall tonight, For thou must die.

সবচেয়ে হাস্যকর কথা হচ্ছে একদিন আমরা কেউ থাকবো না।

Let's go to Valhalla with the sun on our faces.

A short while later, as I stare down at the bodies of the six men I have just killed, I cannot help but wonder: Do I love killing? Of a certainty, I love the way my body and weapons move as one; I revel in the knowledge of where to strike for maximum impact. And of a certainty, I am good at it.

I Have Loved Hours at Sea I have loved hours at sea, gray cities, The fragile secret of a flower, Music, the making of a poem That gave me heaven for an hour; First stars above a snowy hill, Voices of people kindly and wise, And the great look of love, long hidden, Found at last in meeting eyes. I have loved much and been loved deeply— Oh when my spirit's fire burns low, Leave me the darkness and the stillness, I shall be tired and glad to go.

A human being needs only a small plot of ground on which to be happy, and even less to lie beneath.

There is something more dangerous than the death of one’s body. It is “the undiscovered self”; being alive without knowing why.

Death’s life should have listened to the moonly whispers of breathing in the coldest nights

Live life while you have it; the fact that you have it is highly improbable, the fact that you will lose it is guaranteed.