13,737 Quotes About Death

I can't do anything to death, doctor's orders.

Think. In a minute from now you could be saying, I risked death. I threw for life, and I won life. It is a very wonderful feeling. To have survived.

To live is to be vulnerable. A thin membrane of a soap bubble separates one from impenetrable hell. Ice on the road. The unlucky division of an aging cell. A child picks up a pill from the floor. Words stick to each other, line up, obedient to the great harmony of speech...

Every cataclysm is welcomed by somebody; there is always someone to rejoice at disaster and see in it the prospect of a new beginning and a better world.

The problems of today's youth were no longer a Sunday supplement, or a news broadcast, or anything so remote and intangible. They were suddenly become a dirty, shivering boy, who told us that in this world we had built for him with our sweat and our blood, he was not only tired of living, but so unscared of dying that he did it daily, sometimes for recreation.

Venerdì sera avete rubato la vita di una creatura eccezionale, l'amore della mia vita, la madre di mio figlio, ma non avrete il mio odio. Non so chi siete e non voglio saperlo. Siete anima morte. Se quel Dio per quale uccidete ciecamente ci ha fatto a sua immagine, ogni proiettile nel corpo di mia moglie sarà stata una ferita al cuore per lui.

Se vi odiassi vi farei un regalo. E’ quello che cercate, ma rispondere all’odio con la collera sarebbe cedere alla stessa ignoranza che ha fatto di voi quello che siete.

We live once, we die once NoWe live once but die many times And the most painful death is when one die multiple times in segmentsbefore truly lay in the graves

For how imperiously, how coolly, in disregard of all one’s feelings, does the hard, cold, uninteresting course of daily realities move on! Still we must eat, and drink, and sleep, and wake again, - still bargain, buy, sell, ask and answer questions, - pursue, in short, a thousand shadows, though all interest in them be over; the cold, mechanical habit of living remaining, after all vital interest in it has fled.