Quotes About Life

Within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court.

For Death who takes what man would keep, Leaves what man would lose.

O Death, O Beyond, Thou art sweet, thou art strange!

Sleep is a death, O make me try By sleeping, what it is to die, And as gently lay my head On my grave, as now my bed.

Death is not the worst sorrow.

Death Is only the easy way out if you are the one who dies.

What do we care, if the world is a joke? We'll give it a big kiss, we'll give it a poke. Death wears a big hat cause he's a big bloke.

Every word affords me pain. Yet how sweet it would be if I could hear what the flowers have to say about death!

We live in grief for having left the womb, for having left the teat, then school, then home. In my case, it was leaving marriages, and the death of my wife.

You'll find it-when you try to die- The Easier to let go- For recollecting such as went- You could not spare-you know.

Who can take Death's portrait? The tyrant never sat.

With what shift and pains we come into the World we remember not; but 'tis commonly found no easy matter to get out of it.

Against other things it is possible to obtain security, but when it comes to death we human beings all live in an unwalled city.

Where I am death is not, where death is I am not.

It was autumn, the springtime of death.

He that dies this year is quit for the next.

how the French can talk. About a stew, about a fly on the parapet, about death, about anything.

Death is a friend of ours; and he that is not ready to entertain him is not at home.

I have often thought upon death, and I find it the least of all evils.

It is a little disappointing to see that your legs are not as strong. But I like the idea of growing old, and the thought of approaching death is not particularly daunting to me.

Sin, when it is finished, bringeth forth death.

Mark, how the ready hands of Death prepare: His bow is bent, and he hath notch'd his dart; He aims, he levels at thy slumb'ring heart: The wound is posting, O be wise, beware.

You don't really have a choice. You are alive and you will die.

If you can die, you are confused because death is a perception of something ending and something else obviously beginning, which means we're still hung up on qualities.