Death quotes

I think the way we talk about cancer has really evolved. I remember the way my grandmother used to talk about it, like a death sentence, no-one would even mention the word.

The thing about death is that it's honest.

We know the road to freedom has always been stalked by death.

Failure too is a form of death.

I'm in awe of people out there who deal with Alzheimer's, because they have to deal with death 10 times over, year after year.

But there is a difference here: When Jewish children are murdered, Arabs celebrate the deed. The death of an Arab child is no cause for celebration in Israel.

We do not choose the day of our birth nor may we choose the day of our death, yet choice is the sovereign faculty of the mind.

Judged by the law of England, I know this crime entails upon me the penalty of death but the history of Ireland explains that crime and justifies it.

There are certain people that are marked for death. I have my little list of those that treated me unfairly.

We have a limit, a very discouraging, humiliating limit: death.

To appear on the stage drunk, to have them leave there and remember me making drunken mistakes, that was death.

I am bound to add that the excess in too little has ever proved in me more dangerous than the excess in too much the last may cause indigestion, but the first causes death.

As the fly bangs against the window attempting freedom while the door stands open, so we bang against death ignoring heaven.

Death is the final wake-up call.

When sudden death takes a president, opportunities for new beginnings flourish among the ambitious and the tensions among such people can be dramatic, as they were when President Kennedy was killed.

Life can't defeat a writer who is in love with writing, for life itself is a writer's lover until death.

Tears are sometimes an inappropriate response to death. When a life has been lived completely honestly, completely successfully, or just completely, the correct response to death's perfect punctuation mark is a smile.

So for twelve miles I rode with Sherman, and we became fast friends. He asked me all manner of questions on the way, and I found that he knew my father well, and remembered his tragic death in Salt Creek Valley.

My brother was a great favorite with everybody, and his death cast a gloom upon the whole neighborhood.

For three days after death, hair and fingernails continue to grow but phone calls taper off.