Quotes about Death
All of us, whoever we may be, have our respirable beings. We lack air and we stifle. Then we die. To die for lack of love is horrible. Suffocation of the soul.
- Victor Hugo
It is wrong to become absorbed in the divine law to such a degree as not to perceive human law. Death belongs to God alone. By what right do men touch that unknown thing?
- Victor Hugo
But let those who do not desire a future reflect on this matter. When they say no to progress, it is not the future but themselves that they are condemning. They are giving themselves a sad malady; they are inoculating themselves with the past. There is but one way of rejecting To-morrow, and that is to die.
- Victor Hugo
War has frightful beauties which we have not concealed; it has also, we acknowledge, some hideous features. One of the most surprising is the prompt stripping of the bodies of the dead after the victory. The dawn which follows a battle always rises on naked corpses.
- Victor Hugo
I did not think that it was so monstrous. It is wrong to become absorbed in the divine law to such a degree as not to perceive human law. Death belongs to God alone. By what right do men touch that unknown thing?
- Victor Hugo
When one is at the end of one's life, to die means to go away; when one is at the beginning of it, to go away means to die.
- Victor Hugo
Death belongs only to God. What right have men to lay hands on a thing so unknown?
- Victor Hugo
Death belongs only to God. By what right to men tamper with a thing so unknowable?
- Victor Hugo
Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead. --I shall feel it.
- Victor Hugo
He sleeps. Although his fate was very strange, He lived. He died when he had no longer his angel. The thing came to pass simply, of itself, As the night comes when day is gone. a
- Victor Hugo
Death is the entrance into the great light.
- Victor Hugo
Those who are fascinated by the idea of progress do not suspect that everything moving forward is at the same time bringing the end nearer and that joyous watchwords like forward and farther are the lascivious voice of death urging us to hasten to it. (If fascination with the word forward has become universal, isn't it mainly because death is already speaking to us from nearby?)
- Milan Kundera