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Death Quotes by Roland Barthes
- Pleasure is continually disappointed, reduced, deflated, in favor of strong, noble values: Truth, Death, Progress, Struggle, Joy, etc. Its victorious rival is Desire: we are…
- Death of the Father would deprive literature of many of its pleasures. If there is no longer a Father, why tell stories? Doesn't every narrative…
- The Winter Photograph was my Ariadne, not because it would help me discover a secret thing (monster or treasure), but because it would tell me…
- For Death must be somewhere in a society; if it is no longer (or less intensely) in religion, it must be elsewhere; perhaps in this…
- The birth of the reader must be at the cost of the death of the Author.
- All those young photographers who are at work in the world, determined upon the capture of actuality, do not know that they are agents of…
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