Quotes About Death

Death, and darkness get you packing, Nothing now to man is lacking, All your triumphs now are ended, And what Adam marred, is mended.

We go to the grave of a friend saying, "A man is dead," but angels throng about him saying, "A man is born."

A drunk man, staggering and mindless, must be led home by his son, so wet is his psyche... Water brings death to the psyche, as earth brings death to water... The psyche lusts to be wet.

True faith will always show itself by its fruits . . . I suspect that, with rare exceptions, men die just as they have lived.

The man who lives without conflict, who lives with beauty and love, is not frightened of death because to love is to die.

For without belittling the courage with which men have died, we should not forget those acts of courage with which men have lived.

Whether religion be true or false, it must be necessarily granted to be the only wise principle and safe hypothesis for a man to live and die by.

If a man should happen to reach perfection in this world, he would have to die immediately to enjoy himself.

When a man's life is at stake no delay is too long. [Lat., Nulla unquam de morte cunctatio longa est.]

No matter how great a man is, the size of his funeral usually depends on the weather.

Greed makes man blind and foolish, and makes him an easy prey for death.

Leisure without study is death, and the grave of a living man.

Most men ebb and flow in wretchedness between the fear of death and the hardship of life; they are unwilling to live, and yet they do not know how to die.

All men have one entrance into life, and the like going out.

Man dies but once. My disciples must not be cowards.

A man's dying is more the survivors' affair than his own.

There is a much that a man should not see, should not know, and if he should see it, it is better for him to die.

The wise man looks at death with honesty, dignity and calm, recognizing that the tragedy it brings is inherent in the great gift of life.

Men die nightly in their beds, wringing the hands of ghostly confessors ... on account of the hideousness of mysteries which will not suffer themselves to be revealed.

Who knows but life be that which men call death, And death what men call life?

Let no man fear to die, we love to sleep all, and death is but the sounder sleep.

Nothing you can lose by dying is half as precious as the readiness to die, which is man's charter of nobility.

I have thought there was some advantage even in death, by which we mingle with the herd of common men.

Death calls ye to the crowd of common men.