Jorge Luis Borges Quotes

Corpses are more fit to be thrown out than is dung.

The grave is still the best shelter against the storms of destiny.

I think Willa Cather did a short story called "Paul's Case," and in it, when he finally commits suicide, it says, "He surrendered to the black design of things." And that's what I anticipate death will be: a totally unconscious void in which you float through eternity with no particular consciousness of anything. I think once around is enough. I don't want to start it all over again.

. . . my bones they'll burn or bury. It'll be my death.

But death is not freedom. For a moment, it can look like freedom. But then it's death. Anything. Something. Nothing.

Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.

Although the time of death is approaching me, I am not afraid of dying and going to Hell or (what would be considerably worse) going to the popularized version of Heaven. I expect death to be nothingness and, for removing me from all possible fears of death, I am thankful to atheism.

Of all the pulpits from which human voice is ever sent forth, there is none from which it reaches so far as from the grave.

Death is the only monastery; the tomb is the only cell, and the grave that adjoins the convent is the bitterest mock of its futility.

The great thing about the dead, they make space.

Death is a mystery, and burial is a secret.

In a more universal sense, we only get one thing. You know...a head stone if we're lucky; if not, green grass.

But what is all this fear of and opposition to Oblivion? What is the matter with the soft Darkness, the Dreamless Sleep?

Nothing is more dreadful in life than the profound thought that death may only greet you with eternal nothingness.

I should like these few words to be read over the grave when my body is placed in the earth; for though it is possible I may be present and conscious of what is going on, I shall not be able to communicate.

May you live to see the green grass growing over your grave.

They say in the grave there is peace, and peace and the grave are one and the same.

If you are going to lower me into the grave, and I feel something is wrong, I will get up.

Behind every citizen lies a graveyard.

Dead things should be buried and not eaten.

Try to imagine what it will be like to go to sleep and never wake up... now try to imagine what it was like to wake up having never gone to sleep.

Tell me the truth about death. I don't know what it is. We have them, then they are gone but they stay in our minds. Their stories are part of us as long as we live and as long as we tell them or write them down.

Will you walk out of the air, my lord? HAMLET Into my grave.

Wherever it lies, under earth or over earth, the body will always rot.

I smiled and ran my hand through his dark curls. “So, Death, what do we do now?