All Quotes By Tag: Death

“The only advantage of knowledge is that it can justify suffering.”

“Because beauty consits of it’s own passing, just as we reach for it. It’s the ephemeral configuration of things in the moment, when you can see both their movement and their death.”

“For two days I went about my business. I travelled the globe as always, handing souls to the conveyor belt of eternity.”

“You, why are you so afraid of war and slaughter? Even if all the rest of us drop and die around you, grappling for the ships, you’d run no risk of death: you lack the heart to last it out in combat—coward!”

“I’m not afraid of being dead. I’m just afraid of what you might have to go through to get there.”

“عندما تعلم أن أحدًا مقربًا منك على وشك الموت ، هناك نزعة طبيعية لأن ترغب بقضاء أظول وقت ممكن معه”

“If I lie down on my bed I must be here,But if I lie down in my grave I may be elsewhere.”

“And this evening when I close my eyes against the darkness and think about her, I’ll imagine iridescent wings fluttering, if only for a moment, against cloudless blue skies.”

“Yes, I lay in my grave. But if you lie in a grave long enough, you get accustomed to it and you don’t want to part from it. He had given me a pill of cyanide, He and his wife and their son also carried such pills. We all lived with death, and I want you to know that one can fall in love with death. Whoever has loved death cannot love anything else any more. When the liberation came and they told me to leave, I didn’t want to go. I clung to the threshold like an ox being dragged to the slaughter. (“Hanka”)”

“عندما نجد الفرصة لتفادي الموت فمن الواجب أن نعيش !”

“What is birthday, but a celebration of death.”

“The scribbled signature black, onto the blinding global white, onto the thick soupy red.”

“Yet for quixotic reasons–namely, that I enjoyed writing obits–I had decided to scale back on articles about city life in order to write exclusively about the city’s dead. For even less money. It was a strange and inexplicable career move.”

“The first serious consciousness of Nature’s gesture – her attitude towards life-took form then as a phantasm, a nightmare, all insanity of force. For the first time, the stage-scenery of the senses collapsed; the human mind felt itself stripped naked, vibrating in a void of shapeless energies, with resistless mass, colliding, crushing, wasting, and destroying what these same energies had created and labored from eternity to perfect.”

“How could a person have and do all these stupid things–clip coupons and double lock the front door–and then one day just cease to exist?”