Ninon de L'Enclos Quotes

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

The last to be overcome is death, and the knowledge of life is the knowledge of death.

When we are dead; rugs are no richer than a quick-thorn bed.

The great thing about the dead, they make space.

Death is perfectly safe. (55)

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.

"When the dead are done with the living, the living can go on to other things," Franny said. "What about the dead?" I asked. "Where do we go?"

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

So when I'm killed, don't wait for me, Walking the dim corridor; In Heaven or Hell, don't wait for me, Or you must wait for evermore. You'll find me buried, living-dead In these verses that you've read.

Someone dying asks if there is life after death. Yes, comes the answer, only not yours.

Pity that the only way to paradise is in a hearse.

Death is only a small interruption.

"Death," said Akiva. His life was leaving him fast now that he no longer held his wound. His eyes just wanted to drift closed. "I'm ready." "Well, I'm not. I hear it's dull, being dead." She said it lightly, amused, and he peered up at her. Had she just made a joke? She smiled. Smiled. He did, too. Amazed, he felt it happening, as if her smile had triggered a reflex in him. "Dull sounds nice," he said, letting his eyes flutter closed. "Maybe I can catch up on my reading."

We die only once, and for such a long time.

Every time we go to sleep, it's a rehearsal of the day when our eyes will ultimately close and we wake up on the side of eternity.

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

My troubles are many They're deep as a well I swear there ain't no Heaven And I pray there ain't no hell But I'll never know by living only my dying will tell. And when I die and when I'm gone There'll be, one child born And a world to carry on, to carry on.

Death is the quiet haven of us all.

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

Death, that final evil, is one of the paths to eternity. Endless life in the conditions of our existence would be a nightmare.

When Death doth close his tender dying eyes.

For the living, death is thievery.

If everything that ever lived is dead, and everything alive is gonna die...where does the sacred part come in?

With the dead there is no rivalry, with the dead there is no change.

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.