Quotes About Death

All I can say is, death is a part of life.

Teachings that defy reason defy reality; what defies reality defies life. Defying life is embracing death.

If I knew that I could die, I would live. My life, my death, my choice.

Death is simple. Life is messy. Give me life, the more complicated the better.

Death and life were not Till man made up the whole, Made lock, stock and barrel Out of his bitter soul

Life is too transcendentally humorous for a man not to take it seriously. Compared with it, Death is but a shallow jest.

With a mind not diseased, a holy life is a life of hope; and at the end of it, death is a great act of hope.

Life... is a paradise to what we know of death.

Believe me, if a man doesn't know death, he doesn't know life.

For death begins with life's first breath, And life begins at touch of death.

Life is a waste of woes, And Death a river deep, That ever onward flows, Troubled, yet asleep.

Many times man lives and dies Betweeen his two eternities, That of race and that of soul, And ancient Ireland knew it all. Whether man die in his bed Or the rifle knocks him dead

. . . you may think I waste my breath Pretending that there can be passion That has more life in it than death

How! leap into the pit our life to save? To save our life leap all into the grave.

To extinguish the free will is to strike the conscience with death, for both have but one and the same life.

Life - life - life! 'Tis the sole great thing This side of death, Heart on heart in the wonder of Spring!

Into the winter's gray delight, Into the summer's golden dream, Holy and high and impartial, Death, the mother of Life, Mingles all men for ever.

The most rational cure after all for the inordinate fear of death is to set a just value on life.

Perhaps the best cure for the fear of death is to reflect that life has a beginning as well as an end.

Death have we hated, knowing not what it meant; Life we have loved, through green leaf and through sere, Though still the less we knew of its intent.

Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

There is a devilish mercy in the judge, if you'll implore it, that will free your life, but fetter you till death.

Ah, what a sign it is of evil life, Where death's approach is seen so terrible!

Be still prepared for death: and death or life shall thereby be the sweeter.