It is a horrible fact that we can read in the daily paper, without interrupting our breakfast, numerical reckonings of death and destruction that ought to break our hearts or scare us out of our wits.

Foolish men imagine that because judgment for an evil thing is delayed, there is no justice; but only accident here below. Judgment for an evil thing is many times delayed some day or two, some century or two, but it is sure as life, it is sure as death.

We tend to talk about death as if it is losing a battle, but that assumes living is winning and dying is not.

The Son of God took our nature, and in it took upon himself to teach us by both word and example even to the point of death, thus binding us to himself through love.

Good taste is death; vulgarity is life.

As far as thinking about death and murder and various ways of killing people and how people die... I probably have the most twisted mind in Slayer.

Who wouldn't like to give up normal life? I mean, normal life, you know, is the second worst thing to death itself. I think normality is something that makes everything very static, and I try to make my days, my daily routines, as uneven and rich as possible.

It's not so easy to be gay or even a woman in some places in the world, and in many countries, it's illegal to be gay. You can be put to death. It's a global struggle. A human rights struggle on a global scale.

Death is not something any one of us want to dwell on, but we must all confront it at some point.

I thank God that I can say on my death bed that I am a virtuous woman.

Love and death are the two great hinges on which all human sympathies turn.

I can choose to accelerate my disease to an alcoholic death or incurable insanity, or I can choose to live within my thoroughly human condition.

Are there moments when I see unrequited crushes or ex-boyfriends slow dancing with their dates and kind of want to stab myself in the spleen with a salad fork? Yeah, sure.

When I was 16, I felt very relieved to discover cinema. It was like an island where I could see life and death from another perspective. Every young person should be interested in that island. It's a beautiful place.

The nations were awakened from the sleep of death, as the words of eternal life flowed from the Apostles' lips, - the temples of superstition were shut or destroyed, and churches were planted in every part of the civilized world.

No doubt many people have the feeling that to talk about death at all is, in effect, to conjure it up mentally, to bring it closer in such a way that one has to face up to the inevitability of one's own eventual demise. So, to spare ourselves this psychological trauma, we decide just to try to avoid the topic as much as possible.

The more we learn, the more we will be confronted with decisions that we've never had to make before about life, about death, about parenting.

Birth and death; we all move between these two unknowns.

What makes Freddy Krueger such a horrible character? What makes him scare you to death? You can't get rid of the guy. He never goes away.

Death is a delightful hiding place for weary men.

I'm one of those guys that is still a bit afraid of the telephone, its implications for conversation. I still wonder if the jukebox might be the death of live music.

'Til the infallibility of human judgements shall have been proved to me, I shall demand the abolition of the penalty of death.

If nothing else, there's comfort in recognising that no matter how much we fail and sin, death will limit our suffering.

In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.

If you have fun, fine. It's not all life and death.

Andrew Wood's death changed things for a few weeks. I probably got even heavier into drugs after that.

Some people are so afraid to die that they never begin to live.

Not even death can take us from the eternal blessings promised by a loving Heavenly Father.

Man dies of cold, not of darkness.

Those who welcome death have only tried it from the ears up.

Sin is, somehow, at the root of all human misery. Sin is what keeps us from God and from life. It is in the face of every battered woman, the cry of every neglected child, the despair of every addict, the death of every victim of every war.

Death is the prerequisite to resurrection, the new life God intends.

I prefer death in Christ Jesus to power over the farthest limits of the earth. He who died in place of us is the one object of my quest. He who rose for our sakes is my one desire.

Dying is easy, it's living that scares me to death.

What are you gonna do, talk the alien to death?

When faith is lost, when honor dies, the man is dead.

Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.

It is easy not to support the death penalty when there is doubt about the culpability of the person sitting in the chair; it is harder to sustain such principles when the crime of the accused is morally indefensible.

I'm not in favor of the death penalty. But I'm in favor of locking these people away in maximum security units where they can never get out. They can never escape. They can never be paroled. Lock the bad ones away. But you gotta rethink everybody else.

I detest life-insurance agents: they always argue that I shall some day die, which is not so.

Call no man happy before he dies, he is at best but fortunate.

He that fears death loses the joys of life.

If success attends my steps, honor and glory await my name-if defeat, still shall it be said we died like brave men, and conferred honor, even in death, on the American Name.

If you don't have any fight in you, you might as well be dead.

None of us, in our culture of comfort, know how to prepare ourselves for dying, but that's what we should do every day. Every single day, we die a thousand deaths.

Homicide through gun violence is the leading cause of death among young African American males in the United States. If people look a certain way, they have a higher tendency of dying, of having their lives taken away.

Death is not more certainly a separation of our souls from our bodies than the Christian life is a separation of our souls from worldly tempers, vain indulgences, and unnecessary cares.

A man must have something to grumble about; and if he can't complain that his wife harries him to death with her perversity and ill-humour, he must complain that she wears him out with her kindness and gentleness.

Someone who is about to die does not mourn the dead.

Some men are alive simply because it is against the law to kill them.