13,737 Quotes About Death

Oh! it is hard to take to heart the lesson that such deaths will teach, but let no man reject it, for it is one that all must learn, and is a mighty, universal Truth. When Death strikes down the innocent and young, for every fragile form from which he lets the panting spirit free, a hundred virtues rise, in shapes of mercy, charity, and love, to walk the world, and bless it. Of every tear that sorrowing mortals shed on such green graves, some good is born, some gentler nature comes.

By batting a ball back and forth over a net one forgets all one's worries, one even forgets about death.

The chanting went on, the musicians giving in to the rhythm of their own being, finding healing in touching that rhythm, and healing in chanting about death, the only real god they knew.

Your shadow is bought and paid for, and your death will not remit that payment. You can go shadowless into the shadowless world, and your death will only be one last dark thing on my long dark road. It will hurt me but I do not care. It is all but over.

It’s not that we have to leave this life one day, it's how many things we have to leave all at once: holding hands, hotel rooms, wine, summertime, drunkenness, and the physics of falling leaves, clothing, myrrh, perfumed hair, flirting friends, two strangers' glance; the reflection of the moon, with words like, 'Soon' ... 'do you want me?' ... '...to lie enlaced' ... 'and sleep entwined' thinking ahead, with thoughts behind...?' Ô, Why!Why can’t we leave this life slowly?

Search for the stranger inside you, forgotten even by your death.

কিছু কিছু ঘটনা মানুষ দ্রুত ভুলে যেতে চেষ্টা করে। সেই চেষ্টা সচেতনভাবেই করা হয় এবং সে কারণেই সে লজ্জিত বোধ করে। মৃত্যু এমন একটি ঘটনা। অতি প্রিয়জনের মৃত্যুও আমরা ভুলে যাবার জন্য প্রাণপণ চেষ্টা করি। আমাদের চলা-ফেরা, আচার-আচরণে মনে হয় না সেই প্রিয়জন কোনকালে আমাদের মধ্যে ছিল। কেন এ রকম করা হয়? আমাদের নিজেদের ব্যবহারে আমরা নিজেরাই অবশ্য লজ্জিত হই, যার জন্য প্রিয়জনটির একটি বড় ছবি যত্ন করে দেয়ালে টাঙানো হয় এবং একদিন কেউ খুব রাগারাগি করে- ফ্রেমে মাকড়শার জাল, কেউ দেখছেনা, ব্যাপারটা কি?

What kind of lifehave you lived, little one, that everything seems to be a question of fair and unfair? Life and death just are. Fair has nothing to do with it.

I would have had to kill him, and Death, you know, keeps secrets better even than a guilty Roman.