Quotes About Death

Solemn is sleep, O sea, When thou art nigh to the bed: And Death is terror to me, When thou dost talk of the dead.

When Death to either shall come— I pray it be first to me.

What shall I do with the night and the day, with this life and this death?

Just when we are safest, there's a sunset touch,A fancy from a flower bell, someone's death,A chorus ending from Euripides.

Fear death?—to feel the fog in my throat,The mist in my face.

"You're wounded!" "Nay," the soldier's prideTouched to the quick, he said:"I'm killed, Sire!" And his chief beside,Smiling the boy fell dead.

We that had loved him so, followed him, honored him,Lived in his mild and magnificent eye,Learned his great language, caught his clear accents,Made him our pattern to live and to die!

That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,Looking as if she were alive.

You never know what life means till you die:Even throughout life, 'tis death that makes life live,Gives it whatever the significance.

Have you found your life distasteful?My life did and does smack sweet.Was your youth of pleasure wasteful?Mine I saved and hold complete.Do your joys with age diminish?When mine fail me, I'll complain.Must in death your daylight finish?My sun sets to rise again.

A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with.

Paracelsus At times I almost dream I too have spent a life the sages' way, And tread once more familiar paths. Perchance I perished in an arrogant self-reliance Ages ago; and in that act a prayer For one more chance went up so earnest, so Instinct with better light let in by death, That life was blotted out — not so completely But scattered wrecks enough of it remain, Dim memories, as now, when once more seems The goal in sight again.

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

Thank God for Codependence, without it we would not be alive. But now is the time to get things into balance - the time to bring ego-self into alignment and balance with Spiritual Self. That is the transformation which is known as "the death of the ego." To quote theSt. Francis Prayer, "It is through dying that we awaken to eternal life." It is not referring just to physical death, it is referring to the death of the ego which allows us to awaken to the Truth of eternal life.

But, oh! fell death's untimely frost,That nipt my flower sae early.

A mere madness, to live like a wretch and die rich.

Carcasses bleed at the sight of the murderer.

A woman's death, through much of the same history, was thought to be a simpler thing, preferably quiet and uncomplaining, or tragically in childbirth. Just as women were denied the right and the capacity to a full life, they were denied the right and the capacity to a full death as well.

At the time of Lenin's death there were in the party four different factional groupings with representation on the Politburo.

Ars moriendi ars vivendi est: the art of dying is the art of living. I had read that somewhere in my postgraduate days and remembered it as I sat at his side. Jason died as he had lived, in the heroic pursuit of understanding. His gift to the world would be the fruits of that understanding, not hoarded but freely distributed.

As I live I must die daily My old nature I must kill

When we unconsciously disconnect ourselves from the awareness of death, we forge a rather loose relationship with time. We image that we have more time than is reality. Our minds drift to the future, where all our hopes and wishes will be fulfilled.

Así como un día rebosante trae consigo dulces sueños, una vida bien empleada procura una muerte dulce". CLAVES

In the face of the Sublime, we feel a shiver, a foretaste of death itself, something too large for our minds to encompass. And for a moment it shakes us out of our smugness and releases us from the deathlike grip of habit and banality.