Death Quotes

Death Quote of the day

Love is how you stay alive, even after you are gone.

If you live each day as it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right

This world's a city full of straying streets, and death's the market-place where each one meets.

A tomb now suffices him for whom the world was not e

The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch Which hurts and is desired.

I suppose that I have not many months to live: but of course I know nothing about it. I may add that I am enjoying existence as much as ever, and regret nothing.

I'm not dead yet, just in a state of rapid decay, who isn't?

Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it.

The worst that can possibly have happened to him is death and that we are all in for---if not this morning, then in days, or weeks, or years at most.

If she was going to die, Marla didn't want to know about it.

Vanity dies hard, in some obstinate cases it outlives the man.

well, death says, as he walks by, I'm going to get you anyhow no matter what you've been: writer, cab-driver, pimp, butcher, sky-diver, I'm going to get you

The calla lilies are in bloom again. Such a strange flower—suitable to any occasion. I carried them on my wedding day, and now I place them here in memory of something that has died.

The hour of departure has arrived, and we go our separate ways, I to die, and you to live. Which of these two is better only God knows.

I can't do anything to death, doctor's orders.

I had never known any man to die while speaking in terza-rima

I don't want to achieve immortality through my work. I want to achieve immortality through not dying.

Every evening, I died, and every evening, I was born.

The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.

He watched his feet, the only things that were keeping him from finding out if there really was a Kingdom of Heaven or not.

The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.

No 'tis not so deep as a well nor so wide as a church door but 'tis enough 'twill serve: ask for me tomorrow and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered I warrant for this world.

Grief is like a drunken house guest, always coming back for one more goodbye hug.

It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure to the world.

No one here gets out alive.

Dying is a wild night and a new road.

We fall from womb to tomb, from one blackness and toward another, remembering little of the one and knowing nothing of the other ... except through faith.

Let us endeavor so to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.

No one knows whether death may not be the greatest of all blessings for a man, yet men fear it as if they knew it was the greatest of evils.

All I can tell you is that at the end, there's nothing left but love.

There may be little or much beyond the grave But the strong are saying nothing until they see.

the gods play nofavorites.

No thought is born in me that does not bear the image of death.

Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seatin this distracted globe. Remember thee?

Long after you have reached the end of your natural span, part of you will dwell within me . . . as I shall be in you to the last of your days and even after.

the gods seldomgivebut so quicklytake.

La tristesse durera toujours.]

I have noticed that even those who assert that everything is predestined and that we can change nothing about it still look both ways before they cross the street

Death is nature’s way of saying, ‘Your table is ready.

I believe that when death closes our eyes we shall awaken to a light, of which our sunlight is but the shadow.

You can lose a man like that by your own death but not by his.

Everything ends in death, everything. Death is terrible.

Yes, King Edward VI lived only a few years, poor boy, but he lived them worthily.

Because I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me - The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality.

Man cannot possess anything as long as he fears death. But to him who does not fear it, everything belongs. If there was no suffering, man would not know his limits, would not know himself.

More are men's ends marked than their lives before.The setting sun, the music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past.

We must, indeed, all hang together, or assuredly we shall all hang separately.

Finally there is nothing here for death to take away.

O weep for Adonis - He is dead." "Peace. He is not dead he doth not sleep - he hath wakened from the dream of life

There are moments when a rope's end, a pole, the branch of the tree, is life itself, and it is a frightful thing to see a living being lose his hold upon it, and fall like a ripe fruit.