All Quotes By Tag: Death

“And some day there will be nothing left of everything that has twisted my life and grieved it and filled me so often with such anguish. Some day, with the last exhaustion, peace will come and the motherly earth will gather me back home. It won’t be the end of things, only a way of being born again, a bathing and a slumbering where the old and the withered sink down, where the young and new begin to breathe. Then, with other thoughts, I will walk along streets like these, and listen to streams, and overhear what the sky says in the evening, over and over and over.”

“Mais, dans la mort d’un homme, un monde inconnu meurt, et je me demandais quelles étaient les images qui sombraient en lui.”

“Morire biologicamente, è il perfezionarsi di uno stato in cui ci troviamo già ora.”

“Abby could smell his hot breath in her face. It reeked like dead apples left to rot in the scorching summer sun.”

“A los mortales os hace falta compañía porque tenéis tristeza, deseos y un tiempo limitado de vida.”

“Wenn jemand starb, dem du dein Herz geschenkt hattest, nahm er es dann mit?”

“MortalityOh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?Like a swift-fleeting meteor, a fast-flying cloud,A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave,He passes from life to his rest in the grave.The leaves of the oak and the willow shall fade,Be scattered around, and together be laid;And the young and the old, the low and the high,Shall molder to dust, and together shall lie.Yea, hope and despondency, pleasure and pain,Are mingled together in sunshine and rain;And the smile and the tear, the song and the dirge,Still follow each other, like surge upon surge.’Tis the wink of an eye – ’tis the draught of a breath -From the blossom of health to the paleness of death,From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroudOh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?”

“This isolation, this deep pit in the bottom of my stomach, didn’t have to hurt so much.” – Aquamarine Rosabelle bonus included in Dreams, Smiles, and Bloody Tears”

“Y todavía los que no murieron bajo las chozas ni se rajaron los huesos bajo los árboles ni se desangraron bajo las cuevas, ciegos de miedo y de ira acabaron despedazándose entre sí. Los pocos que no sufrieron quebranto, como recuerdo de la simpleza de sus corazones, se transformaron en monos.”

“Maybe Laney’s right. Maybe June did love me. But I’m far less certain that she knew I loved her. Did she realise how much I needed her around? It’s not like I ever told her. I was too wrapped up in my own world to notice what was going on in hers. Even if she did know, it wasn’t enough to count. It wasn’t enough to make her stay. So really, what did it matter, in the end?The bottom line is, it’s my fault. I didn’t love her enough. I didn’t do enough. I wasn’t enough. There’s no excuse. There is nothing that will ever make that okay.”

“Death is an endless night so awful to contemplate that it can make us love life and value it with such passion that it may be the ultimate cause of all joy and all art.”

“…it does not matter if we are forgotten; what matters is the effect we have on those around us and those who come after us. What matters is how our own lives affect the larger, perpetual community of the living.”

“Only the dead has seen th end of war”

“What if he could see this, his own skull, yellow and eroded? Two centuries old. Would he still speak? Would he speak, if he could see it, the grinning, aged skull? What would there be for him to say, to tell the people? What message could he bring?What action would not be futile, when a man could look upon his own aged, yellowed skull?”

“Maybe one did have to be smart in order to kill.”