Death ends a life, not a relationship.— Jack Lemmon
Devotion Death Anniversary quotations
I hope to arrive to my death, late, in love and a little drunk.
Death is more universal than life; everyone dies but not everyone lives.
And now, in honour of the 150th anniversary of Beethoven's death, I would like to play 'Clear the Saloon', er, 'Clair de Lune', by Debussy. I don't play Beethoven so well, but I play Debussy very badly, and Beethoven would have liked that.
Each time you read a book, a tree smiles knowing there's life after death.
Love is how you stay alive, even after you are gone.
When the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
Everyone dies but not everyone lives.
If nothing saves us from death, may love at least save us from life.
Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid.
So dear I love him, that with him, all deaths I could endure, without him, live no life.
Death is no more than passing from one room into another.
I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.
No one really knows why they are alive until they know what they'd die for.
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it.
A friend is not a true friend unless he protects his friend in his misfortune, in his absence, and at his death.
It was very hard for all of us. It's still very hard. The anniversary of his death just passed, and every single one of his friends, still, after all these years... it's unbelievable.
I look at the tattoo inside my left wrist.
It's my brother's name, he committed suicide two years ago. Just before the second anniversary of his death, I tattooed his name. I miss him, of course, and I decided I would live for me, and for him.
Death is not the opposite of life, but the opposite of choice.
Courage is being scared to death, but saddling up anyway.
That was the thing. You never got used to it, the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think it's reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you, and it just hits you all over again, that shocking.
Of the widow's countless death-duties there is really just one that matters: on the first anniversary of her husband's death the widow should think I kept myself alive.
Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.
I learned that every mortal will taste death, but only some will taste life.
There were over 40,000 pages of FBI documents of which only about half are currently available to scholars and researchers. I think that this 40th anniversary of the assassination is a good opportunity for us to say that now is the time to declassify all FBI material on Malcolm X. There really is a need for us to challenge the US government for its refusal to open up its own archives 40 years after the death of Malcolm.
The Rolling Stones reunited for a twenty-fifth anniversary tour last week.
Keith Richards said that he's happy to continue to do what he's been doing for the past twenty-five years: cheating death.
Suddenly it was fall, the season of death, the anniversary of things-going-to-hell.
The real question is not whether life exists after death. The real question is whether you are alive before death.
She does not want to feel even the faintest temptation to call his mobile number, as she had done obsessively for the first year after his death so she could hear his voice on the answering service. Most days now his loss is a part of her, an awkward weight she carries around, invisible to everyone else, subtly altering the way she moves through the day. But today, the Anniversary of the day he died, is a day when all bets are off.
I wondered if there would ever be a day when I didn't think about Alaska, wondered whether I should hope for a time when she would be a distant memory - recalled only on the anniversary of her death, or maybe a couple of weeks after, remembering only after having forgotten.
You ever think about this? Every year you live, you pass the anniversary of your death. Now you don't know what day it is, of course.