Quotes About Death

Look this way! Death is a debt all mortal men must pay; Aye, there is no man living who can say If life will last him yet a single day. On, to the dark, drives Fortune; and no force Can wrest her secret nor put back her course….

LEADER. My King, thou needs must gird thee to the worst. Thou shalt not be the last, nor yet the first, To lose a noble wife. Be brave, and know To die is but a debt that all men owe.

The final end of death comes fast. No need to pray for that.

Cine ?tie, se poate ca via?a s? fie moarte iar moartea s? fie via??.

Thracian. The army lost and the king slain, Stabbed in the dark! Ah, pain! pain! This deep raw wound . . . Oh, let me die By thy side, Master, by thy side! In shame together let us lie Who came to save, and failed and died.

Ahimè, sento parole dolorose, peggiori per me di ogni morte. Non essere così crudele da abbandonarmi, te ne prego, per gli dei, per questi figli che lascerai orfani. Non cedere, fatti coraggio! Se tu muori io non sono più niente: solo per te esisto e vivo.

ALCESTIS Translated by Theodore Alois Buckley

I say; [136] for a man who dies from among his household is regretted, but a woman is of little account.

But I know their disposition and nature; they will rather die; for among virtuous men, disgrace is considered before life.

Both stupid and lacking in foresight those poets of old who wrote songs for revels and dinners and banquets - pleasant sounds for men living at ease; but none of them all has discovered how to put to and end with their singing or musical instrument - grief, bitter grief from which death and disaster cheat the hopes of a house.

for if we, mortals who die, are to have cares even there, I know not where one can turn, for to die is considered the greatest remedy for evils.

To live dishonorably is better than to die gloriously.

but by his present fortune he proclaims clearly to all mortals to learn not to envy him who seems prosperous, till one sees him dead, as fortune is but for the day.

For an instant she felt his touch on her cheek then he stepped back. There that was my ration for all eternity. People have died for less I dare say.

Get some! expresses in two simple words the excitement, fear, feelings of power and the erotic-tinged thrill that come from confronting the extreme physical and emotional challenges posed by death, which is, of course, what war is all about.

In all cultures and peoples there are stories of the trickster. In some North American traditions he is known by the form and name of Coyote. He is the energy of mischief and often of danger . . . Coyote has brought me to the edge of disaster, death, and mischief time and time again . . . It has been said that Coyote only lets you see him when he wants you to. For whatever reason, he has let me see him. 4

It was like the Easter Bunny met an agent of death.

Here my last love had died.

I said to the doctor, who was with us daily. 'He's got a wonderful will to live, hasn't he?' 'Would you put it like that? I should say a great fear of death.' 'Is there a difference?' 'Oh dear, yes. He doesn't derive any strength from his fear, you know. It's wearing him out.

The anguished suspense of watching the lips you hunger for, framing the words, the death sentence, of sheer triteness!

I used to know Brian Howard well -- a dazzling young man to my innocent eyes. In later life he became very dangerous -- constantly attacking people with his fists in public places -- so I kept clear of him. He was consumptive but the immediate cause of his death was a broken heart.

In that dark hour I was aghast to realise that something within me, long sickening, had quietly died. I suddenly knew I had no desire or tenderness or esteem. Nothing remained except the chill bonds of law and duty an custom.

Here my last love died. There was nothing remarkable in the manner of its death.

Who asked you to the funeral anyway? Were you acquainted with the late parrot?