Liv Ullmann Quotes

In statistics, what disappears behind rows of numbers is death.

It kills me sometimes, how people die.

People die all around us all the time. Drop like flies. Overdose. Aids. Sometimes they kill themselves. People come. They go. Dying is the same as rehab or moving back to Missouri. It just means I won't be seeing them again

...a third [of three] had died in his bunk of natural causes--for a dagger in the heart quite naturally ends one's life.

A lot of people my age are dead and you could look it up.

People die all the time. It's just that you're not around.

In every death, a busy world comes to an end.

Every man's life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.

Behind every citizen lies a graveyard.

Destructive Death seizes young and old alike.

Betty died of a broken heart. Some people laugh when they hear that phrase, but that's because they don't know anything about the world. People die of broken hearts. It happens every day, and it will go on happening to the end of time.

Some people live. Some people die.

By the year 2025, 500 million people will die of smoking. Now, that's a Vietnam War every day for 27 years. That's the Titanic sinking every 27 minutes for 27 years.

There may be no single thing that can teach us more about life than death.

Death is not the monarch for the dead, but of the dying. The moment he obtains a conquest he loses a subject.

A death is the most terrible of facts.

Behind every man now alive stand thirty ghosts, for that is the ratio by which the dead outnumber the living.

Losing and dying: it's the same thing.

Death is as casual and often as unexpected as birth. It is as difficult to define grief as joy. Each is finite. Each will fade.

In journalism, when we want to get a story over the jumps, we refer to it as a universal experience, but it almost never is. There is one universal experience, that's death. That is something we are all going to experience at some distance in the lives of loved ones, strangers and friends, people around us and certainly our own.

A whole world is taken to the grave with the dead person; each one of us is unique and unrepeatable.

Of course, the entire effort is to put myself Outside the ordinary range Of what are called statistics. A hundred are killed In the outer suburbs. Well, well, I carry on.

Death is too much to ask of the living.

Most people my age are dead at the present time and you can look it up.

The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.