Quotes about Death
Set me like a seal upon thy heart, love is as strong as death.
— Viktor E. Frankl
life, under any circumstances, never ceases to have a meaning, and that this infinite meaning of life includes suffering and dying, privation and death.
— Viktor E. Frankl
I knew that in a working party I would die in a short time. But if I had to die there might at least be some sense in my death. I thought that it would doubtless be more to the purpose to try and help my comrades as a doctor than to vegetate or finally lose my life as the unproductive laborer that I was then.
— Viktor E. Frankl
there is a meaning in life at all, then there must be a meaning in suffering. Suffering is an ineradicable part of life, even as fate and death. Without suffering and death human life cannot be complete.
— Viktor E. Frankl
Men, in general, misunderstand the meaning of death. When the alarm clock goes off in the morning and frightens us from our dreams, we regard this awakening as a terrifying intrusion upon our dream world and do not realize that the alarm arouses us to our real existence, our day world. Do we mortals not act similarly, being frightened when death comes? Do we not also misunderstand that death awakens us to the true reality of ourselves?
— Viktor E. Frankl
I meant to write about death, only life came breaking in as usual.
— Virginia Woolf
I need silence, and to be alone and to go out, and to save one hour to consider what has happened to my world, what death has done to my world.
— Virginia Woolf
After that, how unbelievable death was! - that is must end; and no one in the whole world would know how she had loved it all.
— Virginia Woolf
There was no freedom in life, and certainly there was none in death…
— Virginia Woolf
Death was defiance. Death was an attempt to communicate; people feeling the impossibility of reaching the center which, mystically, evaded them; closeness drew apart; rapture faded, one was alone. There was an embrace in death.
— Virginia Woolf
How could any Lord have made this world?... there is no reason, order, justice: but suffering, death, the poor. There was no treachery too base for this world to commit... No happiness lasted.
— Virginia Woolf
There was an embrace in death.
— Virginia Woolf