All Quotes By Tag: Death

“She was made mostly of coffee and empty spaces.”

“In my life Why do I give valuable time To people who don’t care if I live or die ?”

“Let us think of people as starting life with an experience they forget and ending it with one which they anticipate but cannot understand.”

“The knowledge of death seemed present in both sisters—it was something about the way they carried themselves, something that had broken too soon and had not mended, marking them in spite of their lightheartedness.”

“Phaedra of Alonso’s death was a never-ending pain that gnawed at his insides. It made him a prisoner in his own cottage.”

“The body tries to stop the mind from killing itself, no matter the cost. It is only the lack of strength, the fatigue that lets the jumpers fall at last.”

“Remembrance of things past is just for the rich. For the poor it only marks the faint traces on the path to death.”

“Look at your own povertywelcome itcherish itdon’t be afraidshare your deathbecause thus you will share your love and your life”

“There was something about other people’s grief that was so exposing, so personal, that she felt she shouldn’t be looking.”

“آیا اتاق من یک تابوت نبود؟ رخت خوابم سردتر از گور نبود؟ رخت خوابی که همیشه افتاده بود و مرا دعوت به خوابیدن می کرد ـ چند ین بار این فکر برایم آمده بود که در تابوت هستم ـ شب ها به نظرم اتاقم کوچک میشد و مرا فشار می داد، آیا در گور همین احساس را نمی کنند؟ آیا کسی از احساسات بعد از مرگ خبر دارد؟ اگر چه خون در بدن می ایستد و بعد از یک شبانه روز بعضی از اعضای بدن شروع به تجزیه شدن می کنند، ولی تا مدتی بعد از مرگ موی سر و ناخن می روید. آیا احساسات و فکر هم بعد از ایستادن قلب از بین می روند و یا تا مدتی باقی مانده خونی که در عروق کوچک هست زنده گی مبهمی دنبال می کنند؟ حس مرگ خودش ترس ناک است چه برسد به آن که حس بکنند که مرده اند! پیر های هستند که با لب خند می میرند، مثل این که خواب به خواب می روند و یا پیه سوزی که خاموش می شود. اما یک نفر جوان قوی که ناگهان می میرد و همه ی قوای بدنش تا مدتی بر ضد مرگ می جنگند آیا چه احساساتی خواهد کرد؟”

“And in me too the wave rises. It swells; it arches its back. I am aware once more of a new desire, something rising beneath me like the proud horse whose rider first spurs and then pulls him back. What enemy do we now perceive advancing against us, you whom I ride now, as we stand pawing this stretch of pavement? It is death. Death is the enemy. It is death against whom I ride with my spear couched and my hair flying back like a young man’s, like Percival’s, when he galloped in India. I strike spurs into my horse. Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death!”

“Death always leaves one singer to mourn.”

“Life is a temporary condition, Henry. And it’s uncertain. That’s why you have to seize chances when you find them. Pursue what you want. Take risks. Live, love…all of it. Every last one of us is going to die, but if we don’t live as we truly want, if we’re not with the one we want to be with, we’re dead already.”

“People are fragile. They die of mistakes, of overdoses, of sickness. But mostly they die of Death.”

“He always thought that Touie’s long illness would somehow prepare him for her death. He always imagined that grief anf guilt, if they followed, would be more clear-edged, more defined, more finite. Instead they seem like weather, like clouds constantly re-forming into new shapes, blown by nameless, unidentifiable winds.”