Quotes About Death

That one smooth black eye stared, and reflected in it I fancied I could see the cyclopeon city, and the endless column of the marching dead.

It's the people who aren't scared who die young.

Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, And look on death itself!

In practice it is death that works soseductively behind the image of its brother, sleep

There were corpses here and there and pools of blood. I remember seeing a butterfly flutter up and down that street. Summer does not abdicate.

To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come...

Dying was misery. Death was that period at the end of the sentence.

And the camel driver had said, to die tomorrow was no worse than dying on any other day. Every day was there to be lived or to mark one's departure from this world.

I care not a man can die but once we owe God a death.

Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath And after many a summer dieth the swan.

One short sleep past will wake eternally And death shall be no more Death thou shalt die.

The question is whether suicide is the way out or the way in.

The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch Which hurts and is desired.

Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it.

I don't want to achieve immortality through my work. I want to achieve immortality through not dying.

Most people would die sooner than think in fact they do.

Death be not proud though some have called Thee Mighty and dreadful for thou art not so.

The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveller returns.

Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep.

Is death the last sleep? No it is the last final awakening.

I am dying Egypt dying.

To die: - to sleep: No more and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished.

Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

First our pleasures die - and then Our hopes and then our fears - and when These are dead the debt is due Dust claims dust - and we die too.