Quotes About Death

The time always flees; it will wait for no man. And through you are still in the flower of your young manhood, age creeps on steadily, as quiet as a stone, and death meanaces every age and strikes in every rank, for no one escapes. As surely as we know that we will die, so we are uncertain of the day when death shall fall on us.

By Pluto sent at the request of Saturn. Arcita's horse in terror danced a pattern And leapt aside and foundered as he leapt, And ere he was aware Arcite was swept Out of the saddle and pitched upon his head Onto the ground, and there he lay for dead; His breast was shattered by the saddle-bow.

Just as there never died a man, quoth he, But he had lived on earth in some degree, Just so there never lived a man, he said, In all this world, but must be sometime dead. This world is but a thoroughfare of woe, And we are pilgrims passing to and fro;

Lo, what a powerful thing is emotion! Men may die of imagination, so profoundly can a notion afflict the mind.

For, inasmuch as the good works that men do while they live the virtuous life be slain by the Sin following, and also since all the good works that men do while they be in deadly Sin are utterly dead as for to have the life everlasting, well may the man who does no good works sing that new French song, "I have wasted all my time and my labor.

Here may men see how Sin will reap his reward. Beware, for no man knows whom God will smite, nor when, nor in which manner. The worm of conscience will burrow deep within and terrify the wicked soul, though his evil be so secret that no man knows thereof but God and he. For, be he ignorant or learned, he knows not when Death will overtake him. Therefore, I advise you this counsel to take: forsake Sin, or Sin will leave you forsaken.

Certainly a man who dies in the flower of his Excellency when he is sure of his good name, has the greatest honor; then he brings no shame upon himself or upon his friend. Therefore his friend should be happier that he died in such circumstances then if he had died when his name had grown pale with age and his accomplishments were all forgotten Theseus

Upon my word, I tell you faithfully Through life and after death you are my queen; For with my death the whole truth shall be seen. Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly; Their beauty shakes me who was once serene; Straight through my heart the wound is quick and keen.

Now peradventure, in that mighty book Which men call heaven, it had come to pass, In stars, when first a living breath he took, That he for love should get his death, alas!

When I heard that she was dead, I really suffered very little.

The poets are wrong when they describe the grave as cold.

Das Nichts hat sich ermordet, die Schöpfung ist seine Wunde, wir sind seine Blutstropfen, die Welt ist das Grab, worin es fault.

Oh,eine sterbende Liebe ist schöner als eine werdende

The nature of finite things as such is to have the seed of passing away as their essential being: the hour of their birth is the hour of their death.

The sole work and deed of universal freedom is therefore death, a death too which has no inner significance or filling, for what is negated is the empty point of the absolutely free self. It is thus the coldest and meanest of all deaths, with no more significance than cutting off a head of cabbage or swallowing a mouthful of water

If I have to go into that good night, I'm goin' gentle ; the hell with whoever said not to. That sucker's dead , man, so what did he know? Not even the courage of his convictions.

In the sacrifice the sacrifice identifies with the animal receiving the blow. Thus he dies while seeing himself die, and even by his own will, at one with the sacrificial arm. But it's a comedy.

In the sacrifice the sacrificer identifies with the animal receiving the blow. Thus he dies while seeing himself die, and even by his own will, at one with the sacrificial arm. But it's a comedy

Life does not cease to be funny when people die any more than it ceases to be serious when people laugh.

You may remember that on earth—though of course we never confessed it—the death of anyone we knew, even those we liked best, was always mingled with a certain satisfaction at being finally done with them.

Those who do not know how to live must make a merit of dying.

Dying is a troublesome business: there is pain to be suffered, and it wrings one's heart; but death is a splendid thing—a warfare accomplished, a beginning all over again, a triumph. You can always see that in their faces.

Then the violet coffin moved again and went in feet first. And behold! The feet burst miraculously into streaming ribbons of garnet coloured lovely flame, smokeless and eager, like pentecostal tongues, and as the whole coffin passed in it sprang into flame all over; and my mother became that beautiful fire.

I have examined Man's wonderful inventions. And I tell you that in the arts of life man invents nothing; but in the arts of death he outdoes Nature herself, and produces by chemistry and machinery all the slaughter of plague, pestilence and famine.