Quotes About Death

TAMBURLAINE: Live still, my love, and so conserve my life, Or, dying, be the author of my death.

Stipendium peccati mors est.

YOUNG MORTIMER: Thou proud disturber of thy country's peace, Corrupter of thy king, cause of these broils, Base flatterer, yield! and were it not for shame, Shame and dishonour to a soldier's name, Upon my weapon's point here should'st thou fall, And welter in thy gore. LANCASTER: Monster of men! That, like the Greekish strumpet, train'd to arms And bloody wars so many valiant knights; Look for no other fortune, wretch, than death! King Edward is not here to buckler thee.

Forbid me not to weep; he was my father; And, had you lov'd him half so well as I, You could not bear his death thus patiently.

For whilst I live, here lives my soul's sole hope, And when I die, here shall my spirit walk.

The general welcomes Tamburlaine receiv'd,      When he arrived last upon the 1 stage,      Have made our poet pen his Second Part,      Where Death cuts off the progress of his pomp,      And murderous Fates throw all his triumphs 2 down.      But what became of fair

Only by being prepared for your death can you ever truly live.

No one knows why, but second only to eating the brains of the living, the dead love affordable prefab furniture.

So I am death Charlie said then turned to his daughter while buttering his toast. This is death toast sweety.

Of course they won't bloody remember, they'll be dead.' Then she called him a name in a dead language that translated, roughly, to 'poop on a stick,' but sounded more succinct, like this: 'Of course they won't bloody remember, they'll be dead, Poopstick.

It was the sound of a thousand hungry children crying, ten thousand widows tearing their hair over their husband's graves, a chorus of angels singing the last dirge on the day of God's death.

It's kinda hard to get yourself into a good three-toweler when you got the dick of death.

Solo estando preparado para tu muerte puedes vivir plenamente».

Do not be afraid Everyone before you has died You cannot stay Any more than a baby can stay forever in the womb Leave behind all you know All you love Leave behind pain and suffering This is what Death is. —The Book of Living and Dying (The Tibetan Book of the Dead)

he realized, with no little sense of irony, that until he became Death, he'd never felt so alive.

Drowned, dead, duplicitous slut!

Ninguém é perfeito... Ou por outra, este tipo era mas nós matámo-lo.

Congratulations, you have been chosen to act as Death, it's a dirty job, but someone has to do it.

Era il suono di mille bambini affamati che piangevano, di diecimila vedove che si strappavano i capelli sulle tombe dei mariti, un coro di angeli che intonava l'ultimo lamento nel giorno della morte di dio

y más pálido que la Muerte follándose un muñeco de nieve.

You do not cause death, you do not prevent death, you are a servant of Destiny, not its agent. Get over yourself.

It kept him from reaching that place that he hit so, so often in his life, the mind-bending, sob-inducing limit where he said to himself, I just cannot endure any more motherfucking death. No more! Order. Put everything in order. Serve order. That was the why and what of it. Order.

Only by being prepared for your death can you ever truly live. If

You would be amazed how many magicians have died after being bitten by mad rabbits. It's far more common than you might think. -Angela the Herbalist