Quotes About Death

I broke the silence when I pulled up in front of his building. "The sheriff's police are likely to get a warrant to inspect your computer. You don't have anything on your server that suggests violence against the government, do you?" "We're not building bombs! How many times do I have to tell you and Aunt Lotty that EFS is building projects for life, not death." His voice quivered.

It's easy to get lost in the history here—the beautiful art, the ability to walk around a first century city—and forget that thousands of people died here…in hours," Zoe said, glancing into the distance where Mt. Vesuvius was clearly visible, dark against the blue sky.

If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?

DON'T MIND ME, I'M JUST DEAD!

Happy?" Delilah spluttered. "About someone being dead? Are you serious?

It's awful she's dead, obviously. But . . . Scarlet was scary. And her fans are even scarier. Every time I saw a creepy comment from one of them about how they were going to kill Jack's Mystery Girl . . . I mean, didn't that freak you out?

That was Sanjay Banerjee... He just found Nisha facedown in their swimming pool. She's dead. - Mr. Mercer

Today is the anniversary of my husband's death," Maria announced. It was a dramatic statement, but the occasion seemed to demand it. "And I am going to leave.

A chap's impending death has a way of focusing the mind.

In wartime, she thought to herself, you don't call a death murder.

There was something unbearable about the damp, dark earth closing over a coffin and the still, empty flesh that was inside. She had attended a hundred funerals, but when you really loved someone there was something too final about a burial. Something brutal.

I am the Angel of Death to any kind of plant.

When I am dead, and over me bright April Shakes out her rain drenched hair, Tho you should lean above me broken hearted, I shall not care. For I shall have peace. As leafey trees are peaceful When rain bends down the bough. And I shall be more silent and cold hearted Than you are now

This is the spot where I will lie When life has had enough of me, These are the grasses that will blow Above me like a living sea. These gay old lilies will not shrink To draw their life from death of mine, And I will give my body's fire To make blue flowers on this vine. "O Soul," I said, "have you no tears? Was not the body dear to you?" I heard my soul say carelessly, "The myrtle flowers will grow more blue.

When I am dead and over me bright April Shakes out her rain-drenched hair, Though you should lean above me broken-hearted, I shall not care.

A Boy Out of the noise of tired people working, Harried with thoughts of war and lists of dead, His beauty met me like a fresh wind blowing, Clean boyish beauty and high-held head. Eyes that told secrets, lips that would not tell them, Fearless and shy the young unwearied eyes-- Men die by millions now, because God blunders, Yet to have made this boy he must be wise.

If Death Is Kind Perhaps if Death is kind, and there can be returning, We will come back to earth some fragrant night, And take these lanes to find the sea, and bending Breathe the same honeysuckle, low and white. We will come down at night to these resounding beaches And the long gentle thunder of the sea, Here for a single hour in the wide starlight We shall be happy, for the dead are free.

Oh, love that lives its life with laughter Or love that lives its life with tears Can die—but love that is never spoken Goes like a ghost through the winding years. . .

I thought of you and how you love this beauty, And walking up the long beach all alone I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder As you and I once heard their monotone. Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me The cold and sparkling silver of the sea– We two will pass through death and age lengthen Before you hear that sound again with me.

I have no riches but my thoughts, Yet these are wealth enough for me; My thoughts of you are golden coins Stamped in the mint of memory; And I must spend them all in song, For thoughts, as well as gold, must be Left on the hither side of death To gain their immortality.

We are two eagles Flying together Under the heavens, Over the mountains, Stretched on the wind. Sunlight heartens us, Blind snow baffles us, Clouds wheel after us Ravelled and thinned. We are like eagles But when Death harries us, Human and humbled When one of us goes, Let the other follow, Let the flight be ended, Let the fire blacken, Let the book close.

When April bends above me And finds me fast asleep, Dust need not keep the secret A live heart died to keep. When April tells the thrushes, The meadow-larks will know, And pipe the three words lightly To all the wind that blow. Above his roof the swallows, In notes like far-blown rain, Will tell the chirping sparrow Beside his window-pane. O sparrow, little sparrow, When I am fast asleep, Then tell my love the secret That I have died to keep.

Now while my lips are living Their words must stay unsaid, And will my soul remember To speak when I am dead? Yet if my soul remembered You would not heed it, dear, For now you must now listen, And then you could not hear.

Since Death brushed past me once more to-day, Let me say quickly what I must say: Take without shame the love I give you, Take it before I am hurried away. You are intrepid, noble, kind, My heart goes to you with my mind, The plummet of your thought is long Sunk in deep water, cold with song. You are all I asked, my dear– My words are said, my way is clear.