Quotes
Quotes about Death
'Twas sung, how they were lovely in their lives, And in their deaths had not divided been.
Saul and Jonathan were lovely and pleasant in their lives, and in their death they were not divided: they were swifter than eagles, they were stronger than lions.
Prudent people are very happy; 'tis an exceeding fine thing, that's certain, but I was born without it, and shall retain to my day of Death the Humour of saying what I think. - The Complete Letters of Lady Mary Wortly Montagu.
Generosity during life is a very different thing from generosity in the hour of death; one proceeds from genuine liberality and benevolence, the other from pride or fear.
Generosity during life is a very different thing from generosity in the hour of death; one proceeds from genuine liberality and benevolence, the other from pride or fear.
(Salerio:) . . . if my gossip Report be an honest woman of her word. (Solanio:) I would she were as lying a gossip in that as ever knapped ginger or made her neighbors believe she wept for the death of a third husband.
Goths don't identify with evil, we mourn the evil in society. The fascination with death is basically a reminder to us of our own mortality. For these reasons, we wear black.
...we, the goths, do know how death, depression, despair, grief, misery and sorrow feels.
For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
We weep over the graves of infants and the little ones taken from us by death; but an early grave may be the shortest way to heaven.
FIRE HAS LEFT THE HEARTH Fire has left the hearth Nautilus climbed from shell Perfume flowed from bottle Prisoner gone from cell Butterfly flutterbied cocoon nor hand restrained by glove Jesus away from manger Cage left by Spirit Dove. Sparklings soared away from wand. Chick's egg become the bird. Omkar sung from out the throat Violin's notes now heard. Buddhist temple pine cone tabernacle'd godlet seed Shattered that it might manifest thousand forests of fir tree Eternal snow of mountain top now nurses meadow flowers. Shining never held by sun relentless melts ice towers. Love has left its spring the heart Is now a liquid pond Host stolen from the chalice consumed in mouth of God Starlight abandoned star a billion years ago Left that tonight you might have its sight and know Know Love is forever no drop of God ever dies Lover not bound by form of love God's bodies are not God's souls (to his wife and children on the death of Robert S) (Baba Hari Das: is the author of love is more powerful than lover for love is not bound by form).
Seeing death as the end of life is like seeing the horizon as the end of the ocean. -David Searls.
I esteem death a trifle, if not caused by guilt. [Lat., Dum ne ob male facta peream, parvi aestimo.]
I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of death.
'Tis the business of little minds to shrink; but he whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves his conduct, will pursue his principles unto death. -Thomas Paine.
Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy! Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair-- Sorrow and death may not enter there; Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom, For beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb, It is there, it is there, my child!
Coffee should be black as Hell, strong as death, and sweet as love.
The boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but he had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. . . . . The flames roll'd on--he would not go Without his Father's word; That father, faint in death below, His voice no longer heard.
You lived too long, we have supped full with heroes, they waste their deaths on us.
They were afraid, never having learned what I taught myself: Defeat the fear of death and welcome the death of fear.
If any foreign minister begins to defend to the death a "peace conference," you can be sure his government has already placed its orders for new battleships and airplanes.
You lived too long, we have supped full with heroes, they waste their deaths on us.
Men after death are understood worse than men of the present, but heard better.
Better to die ten thousand deaths, Than wound my honour.
The best memorial for a mighty man is to gain honor ere death.
