Quotes About Death

Death is my son-in-law. Death is my heir. My daughter he hath wedded. I will die, And leave him all. Life, living, all is Death's.

But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.

Realism is death to me. I cannot stand life as it is.

The rose petal floats on water. The kingfisher flashes above the pond. Life and beauty swirl in the midst of death.

I think the pursuit of trying to understand things is really a critical issue. I see the issue of life and death in everything I do. I'm trying to find answers. It can be quite frustrating.

To take life was to understand your own death--that the Hour of the Huntsman also came for you.

Don't you be afraid, sweetheart. Death is just a part of life, something we're all destined to do.

Jesus had a tough life. I read about that guy. Jesus is the only guy that ever came back from the dead that didn't scare the F- out of everybody!

Death is profoundly meaningful. Discovering what it is in itself we will know the secret of life.

The uncertainty of death is, in effect, the great support of the whole system of life.

Democracy is alive, and like any other living thing it either flourishes and grows or withers and dies. There is no in-between. It is freedom and life or dictatorship and death.

The art which speaks to a universal audience concerns itself with the 'big' questions of life and death, and delivers its message with unrelenting and powerful emotion.

Education is literally the difference between success and failure, or even life and death for many children.

How oddly do life and death jostle each other in this strange world of ours! How nearly allied are smiles and tears!

Our mind thinks of death. Our heart thinks of life. Our soul thinks of Immortality.

Taking life seriously requires taking death seriously.

Someone who thinks death is the scariest thing doesn't know a thing about life.

If death is the absence of life, then death's death is life.

When death gives us a long lease of life, it takes as hostages all those whom we have loved.

Just as a little bird cracks open the shell and flies out, we fly out of this shell, the shell of the body. We call that death, but strictly speaking, death is nothing but a change of form.

Death is always, under all circumstances, a tragedy, for if it is not then it means that life has become one.

We term sleep a death, and yet it is waking that kills us, and destroys those spirits that are the house of life.

There was no freedom in life, and certainly there was none in death.

The attitude of saints toward their possessions most assuredly signifies whether they continue to preserve their self life or whether they have consigned it to death.