Quotes About Death

Soon I will honor my parents by dying as they died. and if all they believed about death was true, soon I will join them in whatever comes next.

What?" I ask. "I'm developing a theory." "And it is?" She picks up her hamburger, grins, and says, "That you have a death wish.

In every cradle decked with rosy wreath Lurk germs of death.

We take death to reach a star

By mourning tongues The death of the poet was kept from his poems.

Dying is the most hellishly boresome experience in the world! Particularly when it entails dying of 'natural causes'.

Death is the mother of beauty, mystical, Within whose burning bosom we devise Our earthly mothers waiting, sleeplessly.

Death stands above me, whispering low I know not what into my ear; Of his strange language all I know Is, there is not a word of fear.

Your face looked like something Death brought with him in his suitcase.

Dead men may envy living mites in cheese, Or good germs even. Microbes have their joys, And subdivide, and never come to death.

The heart, when it is too much alive, aches for that brown earth, and ecstasy has no fear of death.

Eyes spiritualised by death can judge, I cannot, but I am not content.

A thought Of that late death took all my heart for speech.

Death will be too late to bring us aid.

O harmless Death! whom still the valiant brave, The wise expect, the sorrowful invite, And all the good embrace, who know the grave A short dark passage to eternal light.

I that in heill wes and gladnes Am trublit now with gret seiknes And feblit with infermite: Timor Mortis conturbat me.* * Fear of Death troubles me.

Buddhists and Christians contrive to agree about death Making death their ideal basis for different ideals. The Communists however disapprove of death Except when practical.

Flaws would not only bring death but, far worse, humiliation.

There's death coming up, and you better understand this:some of the wrong people die.Be ready for it.

I long to kiss the image of my death.

Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries.

My joy is death- Death, at whose name I oft have been afeard, Because I wish'd this world's eternity.

Downy sleep, death's counterfeit.

This thought is as a death.