Christopher Buckley Quotes

The problem with death is absence

The people who pretend that dying is rather like strolling into the next room always leave me unconvinced. Death, like birth, must be a tremendous event.

Death is a fearful thing.

Death belongs to the dying and those who love them.

Dealing with death is there forever, really, you know, because we all have to face it.

Death is not my best subject.

Death seems to provide the minds of the Anglo-Saxon race with a greater fund of amusement than any other single subject.

I have a piece of great and sad news to tell you: I am dead.

Losing a parent makes you realize how temporary everything is - you're looking through someone's whole life in a drawer, and they're very simply gone.

Society has a fascination with death.

I am scared of death.

Dying is one of those things that can’t be fixed. Not by talking about it, not with all the brain surge in the world.

And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?

Death's not a separation or alteration or parting; it's just a one-handled door.

The dead they sleep a long, long sleep; The dead they rest, and their rest is deep; The dead have peace, but the living weep.

George Harrison's passing was really sad, but it does make the afterlife seem much more attractive.

Why do people want to pretend that death is sleep? It isn't. It isn't.

Each departed friend is a magnet that attracts us to the next world.

This thought is as a death.

I think death is a big deal, obviously.

At that stage of my youth, death remained as abstract a concept as non-Euclidean geometry or marriage. I didn't yet appreciate its terrible finality or the havoc it could wreak on those who'd entrusted the deceased with their hearts.

The mystery of death, the riddle of how you could speak to someone and see them every day and then never again, was so impossible to fathom that of course we kept trying to figure it out, even when we were unconscious.

Death opens unknown doors. It is most grand to die.

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

That's the unfortunate thing about death. It's so terribly final.