Quotes About Death

O eloquent, just, and mighty Death! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised. Thou hast drawn together all the farstretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hic jacet!

Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay.

And come he slow, or come he fast, It is but death who comes at last.

None shall part us from each other,One in life and death are we:All in all to one another—I to thee and thou to me!Thou the tree and I the flower—Thou the idol; I the throng—Thou the day and I the hour—Thou the singer; I the song!

My mother's idiosyncratic definition of the word is the following: we all suffer and we all die."Never, ever," my mother said to me when I was eleven,"say 'pass away' for 'to die.' People die. They don't evaporate.

Desire is the engine of life, the yearning that goads us forward with stops along the way, but it has no destination, no final stop, except death.

Who had read my poems, who held my hand, who was dead before he could visit me in the hospital where he had been, too, landed, too, on his flights to heaven and drops into hell.

The Five lived in a ferocious present because unlike the young, who entertain their finality in a remote, philosophical way, these women knew that death was not abstract.

To forget is ordinary. Even people in mourning, distracted by some little happiness, forget the dead.

The rhythm that allows no change, no difference, is one that seeks to stop time, and stopping time means death. The teacher has lost the possibility of an ongoing story because he is trapped in the trauma of a single moment and is never released.

At the hour of death when we all come face to face with God we are going to be judged on love: how much we have loved, not how much we have done but how much love we have put in our action.

To die for lack of love is horrible. The asphyxia of the soul.

Death darkens his eyes, and unplumes his wings, Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings: Live so, my Love, that when death shall come, Swan-like and sweet it may waft thee home.

Everyone loves the Dream but I kill it.

There are only three great puzzles in the world, the puzzle of love, the puzzle of death, and, between each of these and part of both of them, the puzzle of God. God is the greatest puzzle of all.

Whenever someone dies everyone says, I love that guy, except for Jeffrey Dahmer.

Love and death are the great gifts that are given to us; mostly they are passed on unopened.

A comfortable, convenient life is not a real life - the more comfortable, the less alive. The most comfortable life is in the grave.

...there is little that comes so close to death as fulfilled love.

Let me die the moment my love dies. Let me not outlive my own capacity to love. Let me die still loving, and so, never die.

Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved.

When the love of your life dies, the problem is not that some part of you dies too, which it does, but that some part of you is still alive.

I am strong against everything, except against the death of those I love. He who dies gains; he who sees others die loses.

But in the end it wasn't up to me. The bigs things never are. Birth, I mean, and death. And love. And what love bequeaths to us before we're born.