13,737 Quotes About Death

Poi ho capito che forse andava bene così: forse va bene anche amare qualcuno pur sapendo che finirà, che tu morirai e quella persona morirà, o che tu andrai da un’altra parte e non la rivedrai mai più, perché è questo che significa essere vivi. La vita sta proprio tutta qui: amare qualcuno.

You have never seen such animals as these who without a sound or a sign carry you off. You race with them across the long familiar ground that in that moment seems so glorious, so charged with beauty, strange. In their jaws you are carried so effortlessly, with such great care that you think it will never end, you long for it not to end, and then you wake and know that, indeed, they have not brought you back.

Violence can read like poetry. You just have to describe the act as if you’re in love with the way your characters bleed.

Would people be excited about your departure from the earth or they would wish you should come back again and again if possible?

Where do they go, these dreams of mine? Do they live? Do they die? Do they fall? Do they fly?

you dwell, said he, in the city of Destruction, the place also where I was born: I see it to be so; and dying there, sooner or later, you will sink lower than the grave, into a place that burns with fire and brimstone: be content, good neighbours, and go along with me.

The free animalhas its dying always behind itand God in front of it, and its wayis the eternal way, as the spring flowing.Never, not for a moment, do we havepure space before us, where the flowersendlessly open.

There should be an age limit for patients, he thinks as he takes off his shoes. You just have to say to them, "You lived long enough. From now on, think of what's left as a bonus, a gift without an exchange slip. It hurts? Stay in bed. It still hurts? Wait: Either you'll die or it'll pass.

Curley's wife lay with a half-covering of yellow hay. And the meanness and the plannings and the discontent and the ache for attention were all gone from her face. She was pretty and simple, and her face was sweet and young. Now her rouged cheeks and reddened lips made her seem alive and sleeping very lightly. The curls, tiny little sausages, were spread on the hay behind her head and her lips were parted