Quotes About Death

Even in death, however, its neighbors had tried to support it, keeping it from the ignominy of the ground, holding it in the grip of their tangled branches so that it lay at an angle of thirty degrees to the horizontal, seemingly supported between heaven and earth by its closely packed fellows.

Death hath so many doors to let out life.

Epitaphs for some Space Beasts ... He died because he split his skin. He should have opened first the tin! The sharp-toothed CATTYBAT lies here. It bit a thousand legs each year. One night while dreaming in its bed It bit itself and woke up dead! ... Wes Magee

Awake, awake, you that sleep. Open your eyes, stand on your feet, and behold and see what a sea of blood and wrath is here!" See and believe; believe and consider; consider and fear; fear and fly; and make haste in your work. Your work is great and mighty; diversions are many; adversaries are strong; your strength is small; your time is short; your account is great. Death and judgment are at the door. Therefore, up and be doing, now or never.

Death, and every death, is the fruit of sin: death temporal, death spiritual, death eternal.

You sadly besotted souls, know and remember while you have a day before the golden thread of life is cut that, if you are found without Christ, faith, repentance, holiness but a moment after death, you are undone to eternity. After death, all means and hopes fail. There is no work nor device in the grace (Eccl. 9:10). God will then be irreconcilable; sin, unpardonable; heaven, not attainable; and your souls, lost irrevocably.

Shall I disdain to suffer at the stake, when my Redeemer did not refuse to suffer the most vile death upon the cross for me?

How interesting it is that men seldom find the true value of life until they are faced with death.

Violence in the voice is often only the death rattle of reason in the throat.

People die. Times end. Suffering and war circle into being like the rains of autumn and the winds of spring. You know this. We did not, and do not, bring evil into these realms. It is already here. How many cities had you burned before you took this penitent path? How much blood have you seen our enemies spill? How much suffering fills life without the True Gods ever lifting a finger?

The liberal's problem is his misunderstanding of the true nature of God. He begins with love instead of beginning with holiness. The death of the "Lord's goat" shows the necessity of a death to pay for sin. I used to say, "God owes no man anything," but I was wrong. God owes every sinner the wages of sin, namely death as the penalty for sin. God is honest and will pay the earned wages.

His next book, One Foot in the Grave, focused on his time working in the cemetery. It laid out in graphic detail every aspect of burying bodies, using Chad's firsthand experience. Later, murder investigators would comb through it to see if he had utilized his unusual expertise.

Being dead is an improvement on a lot of things I can think of. Trying to sell mutual funds, for example.

Here upon earth there is life, and then death, Dawn, and later nightfall, Fire, and the quenching of embers: But why should I not remember that my night is dawn in another part of the world, If the idea fits my fancy?

Sunshine and warm water seem to me to have full meaning only when they come after winter's bite; green is not so green if it doesn't follow the months of brown and gray. And the scheduled inevitable death of green carries its own exhilaration; in that change is the promise of all the rebirths to come, and the deaths, too. ... Without the year's changes, for me, there is little morality.

Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die.

Because there is no glory in illness. There is no meaning to it. There is no honor in dying of.

People, I thought, wanted security. They couldn't bear the idea of death being a big black nothing, couldn't bear the thought of their loved ones not existing, and couldn't even imagine themselves not existing. I finally decided that people believed in an afterlife because they couldn't bear not to.

There is only one things in this world shittier than biting it from cancer when you're sixteen, and that's having a kid who bites it from cancer.

When faith is lost, when honor dies, the man is dead.

From those great eyesThe soul has fled:When faith is lost, when honor dies,The man is dead!

The dreariest spot in all the land to Death they set apart; with scanty grace from Nature's hand, and none from that of Art.

Please give me fifty more years of work and fun, then an instant death when I'm sleeping.

Death row is a nightmare to serial killers and ax murderers. For an innocent man, it's a life of mental torture that the human spirit is not equipped to survive.