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Death Quotes by Edvard Munch
- Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light.
- My father was temperamentally nervous and obsessively religious—to the point of psychoneurosis. From him I inherited the seeds of madness. The angels of fear, sorrow,…
- From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
- Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.
- Your face encompasses the beauty of the whole earth. Your lips, as red as ripening fruit, gently part as if in pain. It is the…
- From the moment of my birth, the angels of anxiety, worry, and death stood at my side, followed me out when I played, followed me…
- Sickness, insanity and death were the angels that surrounded my cradle and they have followed me throughout my life.
More Death Quotes
- In order to go on living one must try to escape the death involved in perfectionism. — Hannah Arendt
- As we all know, many people remain buried under tons of rubble and debris, waiting to be rescued. When we think of… — Jean-Bertrand Aristide
- The educated differ from the uneducated as much as the living from the dead. — Aristotle
- To run away from trouble is a form of cowardice and, while it is true that the suicide braves death, he does… — Aristotle
- I design for real people. I think of our customers all the time. There is no virtue whatsoever in creating clothing or… — Giorgio Armani
- I think when you're 10 years old, it's too much to see something with the threat of death in every episode. Kids… — J. J. Abrams
- Islam is a religion of success. Unlike Christianity, which has as its main image, in the west at least, a man dying… — Karen Armstrong
- Spare me the whispering, crowded room, the friends who come and gape and go, the ceremonious air of gloom - all, which… — Matthew Arnold
- Truth sits upon the lips of dying men. — Matthew Arnold
- Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome. — Isaac Asimov
- Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic. — Wystan Hugh Auden
- To save your world you asked this man to die; would this man, could he see you now, ask why? — Wystan Hugh Auden