Quotes About Death

I wish to leave the worldBy its natural door;In my tomb of green leavesThey are to carry me to die.Do not put me in the darkTo die like a traitor;I am good, and like a good thingI will die with my face to the sun.

An unemployed existence is a worse negation of life than death itself.

Childhood awakens in meaningless routine; youth lives its best years without an ideal; and maturity, sterile maturity, serves no other purpose than to corrupt youth by its example. I am glad I'm dying. Claudite jam rivos, pueri. Ring down the curtain, boys.

he fell ill with a disease that only the grave can cure

Fantasmas, desvaneceos: Su fe nos salva… volveos a vuestros sepulcros, pues la voluntad de Dios es; de mi alma con la amargura purifiqué su alma impura, y Dios concedió a mi afán la salvación de don Juan al pie de la sepultura.

An insatiable appetite for glory leads to sacrifice and death, but innate instinct leads to self-preservation and life.

Only those who spread treachery, fire, and death out of hatred for the prosperity of others are undeserving of pity.

One only dies once, and if one does not die well, a good opportunity is lost and will not present itself again.

Tomorrow at 7, I shall be shot; but I am innocent of the crime of rebellion. I am going to die with a tranquil conscience.

Death solves all problems. No man, no problem.

One death is a tragedy. A million deaths is a statistic.

Tal vez el estar muriendo sea un rumor que puede no oírse, pero el morir es un silencio que tiene que ser escuchado.

que nuestra ideología es sólo para consumo interno». El comunismo —o, más bien, la aspiración a construir el comunismo— había muerto con Jrushchov.

The Fear of Death often proves Mortal.

How beautiful is death, when earn'd by virtue!

Oh! think what anxious moments pass between the birth of plots, and their last fatal periods. Oh! 'Tis a dreadful interval of time, filled up with horror all, and big with death!

Disease generally brings that equality which death completes.

The fear of death often proves mortal, and sets people on methods to save their Lives, which infallibly destroy them.

My voice is still for war.Gods! can a Roman senate long debateWhich of the two to choose, slavery or death?

How beautiful is death, when earn'd by virtue Who would not be that youth What pity is it That we can die but once to serve our country

How beautiful is death, when earned by virtue! 80 Who would not be that youth? what pity is it That we can die but once to serve our country!8 —Why sits this sadness on your brows, my friends? I should have blushed if Cato's house had stood Secure, and flourished in a civil war. 85 —Portius, behold thy brother, and remember Thy life is not thy own, when Rome demands it.

I'm sick to death—Oh when shall I get loose From this vain world, the abode of guilt and sorrow! —And yet methinks a beam of light breaks in On my departing soul. Alas! I fear 95 I've been too hasty. O ye powers that search The heart of man, and weigh his inmost thoughts, If I have done amiss, impute it not!— The best may err, but you are good, and—oh!  [Dies.]

Little son, I have longed a while to see you, and now I see you the fairest thing ever a woman bore. In sadness came I hither, in sadness did I bring forth, and in sadness has your first feast day gone. And as by sadness you came into the world, your name shall be called Tristan; that is the child of sadness." After she had said these words she kissed him, and immediately when she had kissed him she died.

Apart the lovers could neither live nor die, for it was life and death together..