Death Quotes

A nation that continues year after year to spend more money on military defense than on programs of social uplift is approaching spiritual death.

We must find some alternative to war and bloodshed. In a day when man-made vehicles are dashing through outer space, and guided ballistic missiles are carving highways of death in the stratosphere, no nation can win a world war.

A world war - God forbid! - will leave only smoldering ashes as a mute testimony of a human race whose folly led inexorably to ultimate death.

A nation or a civilization that continues to produce softminded men purchases its own spiritual death on an installment plan.

Broadly speaking, human beings may be divided into three classes: those who are billed to death, those who are worried to death, and those who are bored to death.

He [President Franklin D. Roosevelt] died in harness, and we may well say in battle harness, like his soldiers, sailors and airmen who died side by side with ours and carrying out their tasks to the end all over the world. What an enviable death was his.

When the next year the raiders returned and landed near Jarrow they were stoutly attacked while harassed by bad weather. Many were killed. Their "king" was captured and put to a cruel death, and the fugitives carried so grim a tale back to Denmark that for forty years the English coasts were unravaged.

No American will think it wrong of me if I proclaim that to have the United States at our side was to me the greatest joy. I could not foretell the course of events. I do not pretend to have measured accurately the martial might of Japan, but now at this very moment I knew the United States was in the war, up to the neck and in to the death. So we had won after all! ... Hitler's fate was sealed. Mussolini's fate was sealed. As for the Japanese, they would be ground to powder.

A prodigious event had happened. The monotony of toil and of the daily round was suddenly broken. Everything was strange and new. War aroused the primordial instincts of races born of strife. Adventure beckoned to her children. A larger, nobler life seemed to be about to open upon the world. But it was, in fact, only Death.

Death stands at attention, obedient, expectant, ready to serve, ready to shear away the peoples en masse; ready, if called on, to pulverise, without hope of repair, what is left of civilisation. He awaits only the word of command. He awaits it from a frail, bewildered being, long his victim, now-for one occasion only-his Master.

Wait and see how you feel when the tide is running the other way. It does not seem so easy to die when death is near.

Honours should go where death and danger go.

I guess I just process death differently than some folks. Realizing you're not going to see that person again is always the most difficult part about it. But that feeling settles, and then you are glad you had that person in your life, and then the happiness and the sadness get all swirled up inside you.

I mean, whatever kills you kills you, and your death is authentic no matter how you die.

Sometimes, a smooth process heralds the approach of atrophy or death.

You know Death will get you in the end, but if you are smart and have a sense of humor, you can thumb your nose at it for awhile.

When I'm dead, I want to be remembered as a musician of some worth and substance.

What will I be doing in 20 years time? I'll be dead, darling! Are you crazy?

I don't expect to make old bones, and what's more I don't really care.

I certainly don't have any aspirations to live to 70. It would be so boring. I will be dead and gone long before that. I won't be here... as far as I'm concerned, I've lived a full life and if I'm dead tomorrow, I don't give a damn. I've lived. I really have done it all.