Quotes About Death

You chose to live, I chose to die.

I will suffer nothing as great as death without glory.

There let her pray to the one god she worships: Death--who knows?--may just reprieve her from death. Or she may learn a last, better late than never, what a waste of breath it is to worship Death.

For death is gain to him whose life, like mine, is full of misery

Your edict, King, was strong, But all your strength is weakness itself against The immortal unrecorded laws of God. They are not merely now: they were, and shall be, Operative for ever, beyond man utterly. I knew I must die, even without your decree: I am only mortal. And if I must die Now, before it is my time to die, Surely this is no hardship: can anyone Living, as I live, with evil all about me, Think Death less than a friend?

The dead alone feel no pain.

Orestes beloved. as you die you destroy me. You have torn away the part of my mind where hope was .

For e'en the bravest spirits run away When they perceive death pressing on life's heels.

Sister, forbear, or I shall hate thee soon, And the dead man will hate thee too, with cause. Say I am mad and give my madness rein To wreck itself; the worst that can befall Is but to die an honorable death.   ISMENE

Creon: See that you never side with those who break my orders. Leader: Never. Only a fool could be in love with death. Creon: Death is the price - you're right. But all too often the mere hope of money has ruined many men.

The dead alone can feel no touch of spite.

The dead clay makes no protest.

It is the dead Not the living, who make the longest demands: We die for ever...

Keep your eyes on that last days, on your dying. Happiness and peace, they were not yours unless at death you can look back on your life and say I lived, I did not suffer.

forbear, or I shall hate thee soon, And the dead man will hate thee too, with cause. Say I am mad and give my madness rein To wreck itself; the worst that can befall Is but to die an honorable death.

The penalty is death: yet hope of gain Hath lured men to their ruin oftentimes.

And the dead man will hate thee too, with cause. Say I am mad and give my madness rein To wreck itself; the worst that can befall Is but to die an honorable death.

Never to have been born is best. Everyone knows that, and a close second, once you have appeared in this life, is a quick return, as soon as you can, to where you came from.

Here he comes like a stealing shadow, like a footprint of death into the rooms, stalking the past with freshcut blood in his hands.

No pity for these things, there is no pity but mine, oh father, for the pity of your butchering rawblood death.

Never at my hands will the traitor be honored above the patriot. But whoever proves his loyalty to the state–I'll prize that man in death as well as life.

Tis better not to be than to vilely live. Greedy of gain is every barbarous tribe.

Burn that god of death that all gods hate!

Upon that foreign soil he chose Died he! For ever laid Low, in the kindly shade, He left behind no tearless grief, No measured mourning, dull and brief, These eyes are wet With weeping yet, Nor know I how to find relief. Antigone