Quotes About Death

I saw him now going the way of all flesh.

I know death hath ten thousand several doorsFor men to take their exits.

Cover her face. Mine eyes dazzle. She died young - Duchess. Act 4, Sc.2.

Integrity of life is fame's best friend, Which nobly, beyond death, shall crown the end.

Lovers die inward that their flames conceal.

Whether I resolve to fire, earth, water, air, Or all the elements by scruples, I know not, Nor greatly care. - Shoot. Shoot! Of all deaths, the violent death is best; For from ourselves it steals ourselves so fast, The pain, once apprehended, is quite past.

Nature doth nothing so great for great men, as when she's pleased to make them lords of truth: Integrity of life is fame's best friend, which nobly, beyond death, shall crown the end.

Cover her face; mine eyes dazzle. She died young.

If it dies, it's biology; if it blows up, it's chemistry; if it doesn't work, it's physics!" As quoted from grafitti on a bathroom wall.

I have likewise heard it stated, that one boy fell a-kicking the coffin on his way to the grave, who is still living and lifelike, and that a girl, as the doctors were cutting her up, threw herself off the table. I cannot vouch for the truth of these singular and cruel incidents, although I heard them related as facts; but with regard to my own case there can be no dispute.

When he had thought of death before, he had thought of it either as a literary event or as the slow, quiet attrition of time against imperfect flesh.

He was our enemy, but as it is strange, after so many years the death of an old enemy is like the death of an old friend.

The coroner announced heart failure as the cause of death, but William Stoner always felt that in a moment of anger and despair Sloane had willed his heart to cease, as if in a last mute gesture of love and contempt for a world that had betrayed him so profoundly that he could not endure in it.

The past gathered out of the darkness where it stayed, and the dead raised themselves to live before him; and the past and the dead flowed into the present among the alive, so that he had for an intense instant a vision of denseness into which he was compacted and from which he could not escape, and had no wish to escape.

Gyvenimas, lyg margaspalvio stiklo skliautas, D?m?ja balt? amžinyb?s švies?, Kol šuk?m krenta trypiamas Mirties.

In this early morning stillness, the events of the day seem far away and unreal. I know that the course of my life - of all our lives - has been changed. How do the others feel? Do they know? Do they know that before us lies a road at the end of which is either death or greatness? The two words go around in my head, around and around, until it seems they are the same.

Ignorance is the greatest poverty. Ignorance is death in life. There is no evil so great as ignorance. Folly is an incurable disease. A

But not she. Her eternity is an article of her faith. Great wars and disasters can ebb and flow, races rise and fall, empires wither with suffering and death, but these are superficialities: she, woman, is perpetual, essential; she will go on for ever.

Death is just the shocking end of animation; it is dissolution that is final.

He believed, you know, that it takes a material body, a spiritual body, and a soul, to make a man. Death is simply the slipping off of the outer body, as a husk slips off from its kernel. The deathless frame stands ready then for the soul's untrammeled occupation.

Anyhow," he said, seeing her poor face, "people mostly die in nursing homes these days." That was Roddy all over—that leader of men, who did not know how the world lived, discounting all those who do not go to nursing homes, and Mrs Lippincote herself who believed in dying, if possible, upon the bed where one was born, and who had herself closed (without horror, only grief) the eyes of her dead husband in this very room a month or two before.

We can all remember saying something inadequate in a crisis or even, the more unbalanced of us, giggling at the news of death.

Poor Mr Lippincote could not help dying. Death does not always give us a chance of tidying up. (118)

Death comes in an instant, Marcus." I looked at him steadily. "But love lasts forever.