Quotes About Death

And Life is Colour and Warmth and Light and a striving evermore for these; and he is dead, who will not fight; and who dies fighting has increase.

There is no part of the whole course of our Saviour Christ's life or death, but it is well worthy our looking on; and from each part in it there goeth virtue to do us good.

Those who have hardened, have a covenant with Death. Those who remain gentle are conjoined with Life.

Why do the people think so little of death? Because the rulers demand too much of life. Therefore the people take death lightly.

We all owe life a death, an inevitable death which we can meet. But the unnecessary death that wastes life denies all consolation.

The act of dying is one of the acts of life.

Life without learning is death.

Though in midst of life we be Snares of death surround us.

I think retirement beats the heck out of life after death, that's for sure.

You will miss her sometimes. Bear in mind she's trying to kill you. Bear in mind you have a life to live.

Life is good, without it we'd all be dead.

All our life is but a going out to the place of execution, to death.

What does it mean to regret when you have no choice? It's what you can bear. And there it is... It was death. I chose life.

What delights, what pleasures does your life offer you that outweigh the raptures of death?

The artist spends the first part of his life with the dead, the second with the living, and the third with himself.

We pass our life in deliberation, and we die upon it.

Death hath a thousand doors to let out life.

The dying swan, when years her temples pierce, In music-strains breathes out her life and verse, And, chanting her own dirge, tides on her wat'ry hearse.

A short death is the sovereign good hap of human life.

Life, like a child, laughs, shaking its rattle of death as it runs.

Without zest, what is life? Just waiting for death? It can't be anything else. Only with zest do you live; otherwise you vegetate.

I balanced all, brought all to mind, the years to come seemed waste of breath, a waste of breath the years behind, in balance with this life, this death.

Madam Life's a piece in bloom Death goes dogging everywhere: she's the tenant of the room, he's the ruffian on the stair.

It is silliness to live when to live is torment, and then have we a prescription to die when death is our physician.