Quotes About Death

This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad.

We are saddened to hear of the untimely death of Christian Audigier. It is a sad end to a brilliant marketer; his incredible energy and vision brought my artwork to global attention.

I knew the poor, I knew the hideous death they die, when famine lays its bleak hand on the door; I knew the rich, sated with merriment, who yet are sad.

Death isn't sad. The sad thing is: most people don't live at all.

When the heart grows weary, all things seem dreary; When the burden grows heavy, the way seems long. Thank God for sending kind death as an ending, Like a grand Amen to a minor song.

Who would have listened to his tales of woe when his love was the flickering lamp over his own decaying tomb?

If people can't stand being alone, they have no choice but to die

Death is always sad, I suppose, to us who look forward to it: I expect it will seem very different when we can look back upon it.

Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypres let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid.

It's sad when you see somebody that talented that passes away and doesn't have to.

Halloween put me on the map, and I'm very sad to hear of his death.

Take them, O Death! and bear away Whatever thou canst call thine own! Thine image, stamped upon this clay, Doth give thee that, but that alone!

Some sad news, President Bush's lapdog passed away. Gee, I didn't even know Tony Blair was sick?

I do fear death. But what I actually fear is not dying. I mean, true, it will be sad. But I know that there is a better place waiting for me.

There is a silence so great that I can hear the ice crystals cracking and falling from eyelashes of girls who will never blink again.

For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings.

Death is sad, yes, but there are some great laughs you can find there.

people are not good to each other. perhaps if they were our deaths would not be so sad.

Man's feeble race what ills await! Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate!

What is life? The joy of the blessed, the sorrow of the sad, and a search for death. And what is death? An inevitable happening, an uncertain pilgrimage, the tears of the living, the thief of man.

Im here and he's not. That I'm alive and he's…

Life is pain and everyone dies, but true love lives forever.

The unconscious psyche believes in life after death

We call metaphysics the Science of Life, because to know pure metaphysics is to renew the life and make death and accident impossible.