"death"タグの名言

when you came you cried and everybody smiled with joy; when you go smile and let the world cry for you.

My father told me once that the most important thing every man should know is what he would die for.

Well, right now I'm not dead. But when I am, it's like...I don't know, I guess it's like being inside a book that nobody's reading. [...] An old one. It's up on a library shelf, so you're safe and everything, but the book hasn't been checked out for a long, long time. All you can do is wait. Just hope somebody'll pick it up and start reading.

Death and what came after death was no great mystery to Sabriel. She just wished it was.

When the dead do walk seek water's run, for this the Dead will always shun. Swift river's best or broadest lake to ward the dead and have and make. If water fails thee, fire's thy friend, if neither guards it will be thy end.

My Dear, Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it's much better to be killed by a lover. -Falsely yours

Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you.

Somebody should tell us, right at the start of our lives, that we are dying. Then we might live life to the limit, every minute of every day. Do it! I say. Whatever you want to do, do it now! There are only so many tomorrows.

With a hint of good judgment, to fear nothing, not failure or suffering or even death, indicates that you value life the most. You live to the extreme; you push limits; you spend your time building legacies. Those do not die.

How fortunate we were who still had hope I did not then realise; I could not know how soon the time would come when we should have no more hope, and yet be unable to die

I take no actions that I wouldn’t publicly recount. If you can’t speak your deeds, then don’t do them.

You know how cats do. They hide to die. Dogs come home.

I found that the only way I could control this sorrow was not to think of [it] at all, which was almost as painful as the loss itself.

Everything ends in death, everything. Death is terrible.

Life is here, death is over there. I am here, not over there.

What do you want to do with your life, then?” is often the question I'm asked. To be honest, I don't know. I really don't. Mainly because I don't see myself living long enough for that to make much of a difference.

I looked upon the sea, it was to be my grave

Closure is just as delusive-it is the false hope that we can deaden our living grief.

Whatever can die is beautiful — more beautiful than a unicorn, who lives forever, and who is the most beautiful creature in the world. Do you understand me?

Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, then to burn like a meteor and leave no dust.