Quotes About Death

but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.

Here, therefore, huge and mighty warrior though you be, here shall you die.

You, why are you so afraid of war and slaughter? Even if all the rest of us drop and die around you, grappling for the ships, you'd run no risk of death: you lack the heart to last it out in combat—coward!

B]ut it is only what happens, when they die, to all mortals. The sinews no longer hold the flesh and the bones together, and once the spirit has let the white bones, all the rest of the body is made subject to the fire's strong fury, but the soul flitters out like a dream and flies away.

Say not a word in death's favor; I would rather be a paid servant in a poor man's house and be above ground than king of kings among the dead. -Achilles

The proud heart feels not terror nor turns to run and it is his own courage that kills him

I have no interest at all in food and drink, but only in slaughter and blood and the agonized groans of mangled men

It is entirely seemly for a young man killed in battle to lie mangled by the bronze spear. In his death all things appear fair.

Strife and Confusion joined the fight, along with cruel Death, who seized one wounded man while still alive and then another man without a wound, while pulling the feet of one more corpse out from the fight. The clothes Death wore around her shoulders were dyed red with human blood.

Let him submit to me! Only the god of death is so relentless, Death submits to no one—so mortals hate him most of all the gods. Let him bow down to me! I am the greater king, I am the elder-born, I claim—the greater man.

But now, as it is, sorrows, unending sorrows must surge within your heart as well—for your own son's death. Never again will you embrace him stiding home. My spirit rebels—I've lost the will to live, to take my stand in the world of men—

down the dank mouldering paths and past the Ocean's streams they went and past the White Rock and the Sun's Western Gates and past the Land of Dreams, and soon they reached the fields of asphodel where the dead, the burnt-out wraiths of mortals make their home

As I lay dying, the woman with the dog's eyes would not close my eyes as I descended into Hades.

Nastes and Amphimachus, the illustrious sons of Nomion - but Nastes, chilldish fool that he was, Went into battle decked out in gold like a girl. But gold could not help him escape a horrible death at the hands of Aeacus' grandson, the swift Achilles, In the bed of the river, and Achilles, fierce ad fiery, Took care of all his gold.

As the youth came on in front of the others, he got the bronze in his chest beside the right nipple. On through his shoulder it went and he fell to earth in the dust like a sooth black poplar whose branchy top falls in the low grassland of a mighty marsh to the gleaming ax of some chariot-maker, who leaves t to dry by the banks of a river that he may bend him a rim for a beautiful chariot. Even such was the fall of Anthemion's son Simoeisius

but these lay dead on the ground, far dearer now to the vultures than to their wives.

But death is a thing that comes to all alike. Not even the gods can fend it away from a man they love, when once the destructive doom of leveling death has fastened upon him.

Upon the earth appear'd, weeping, they bore Brave Hector out; and on the fun'ral pile Laying the glorious dead, applied the torch.

There is no thought of death in your mind now, and yet death stands close beside you as you put on the immortal armor of a surpassing man.

Im Frieden begraben die Söhne ihre Väter, im Krieg begraben Väter ihre Söhne.

Did fate, or we, when great Atrides died, Urge the bold traitor to the regicide?

I respect and reverence you, dear father-in-law, I wish I had chosen death rather than following your son, leaving behind my bridal chamber, my beloved daughter, my dear childhood friends and my kin. But I did not, and I pine away in sorrow.

Human beings live for only a short time, and when a man is harsh himself, and his mind knows harsh thoughts, all men pray that sufferings will befall him hereafter while he lives; and when he is dead all men make fun of him. But when a man is blameless himself, and his thoughts are blameless, the friends he has entertained carry his fame widely to all mankind, and many are they who call him excellent.

the dead, to the drifting, listless spirits of their ghosts