Death Quotes

How fascinating is death, the extinction of life. One moment here and the next gone. The light put out and only the empty bag of the body left.

The trees are white with dust, that o'er their sleep Wave their broad curtains in the south-wind's breath, While underneath such leafy tents they keep The long, mysterious Exodus of Death.

Death is better than disease.

Death is the chillness that precedes the dawn; We shudder for a moment, then awake In the broad sunshine of the other life.

The smoking flax before it burst to flame Was quenched by death, and broken the bruised reed.

Leaves die, but trees do not. They only undress.

Christ is risen! There is life, therefore, after death! His resurrection is the symbol and pledge of universal resurrection!

There is within us a moral instinct which forbids us to rejoice at the death of even an enemy.

Sirs, I have tested your machine. It adds a new terror to life and makes death a long-felt want.

The fact that all of us die anyway (the rumor turns out to be true) is a mere detail in the celestial glow of imagination. The artist's eyes destroy death.

In childhood, death stirred me not; in middle age, it pursued me like a prowling bandit on the road; now, grown an old man, it boldly leads the way, and ushers me on.

We die, because we live.

The terrors of truth and dart of death To faith alike are vain.

We die of too much life.

O Death, the Consecrator! Nothing so sanctifies a name As to be written--Dead. Nothing so wins a life from blame, So covers it from wrath and shame, As doth the burial-bed.

I believe that the struggle against death, the unconditional and self-willed determination to live, is the mode of power behind the lives and activities of all outstanding men.

Giving is good, but taking is bad and brings death.

Night, having Sleep, the brother of Death.

This was real. And it was me. I had lived that life, and I had died that death. I was staring at the very end of me.

I don't believe in the death penalty. I believe that there are other people as we speak right now in prison, wrongfully accused, who could serve such a fate. That is injustice at its greatest.

I'm very glad that [the death penalty] hasn't existed for many years in the U.K.

Alas, day, you brought light, You trailed splendour You showed us god: I salute you, most precious one, But I go to a new place, Another life.

The Christos-image is most difficult to disentangle from its art-craft junk-shop paint-and-plaster medieval jumble of pain-worship and death-symbol.

Why wait for Death to mow? why wait for Death to sow us in the ground?

Lift up our eyes to you? no, God, we stare and stare, upon a nearer thing that greets us here, Death, violent and near.

Not God with wine, nor death, nor hate for a cry, but God with a song

The Buddhist concept is that it takes 48 days to get near this state [of death]. So it's a slow process, moving into, not a permanent death, but the world of the dead.

Many people [still] believe that at the time of your death, 1,000 Buddhas show up and welcome you into the paradise state.

[I'm concerned with] aesthetics and this idea of how the passage between life and death goes. I can visually present that by borrowing this Buddhist statue.

Death’s favorites don’t die.

All deaths are hateful to miserable mortals, but the most pitiable death of all is to starve.

Sleep and Death, who are twin brothers.

Sleep, delicious and profound, the very counterfeit of death

That is the gods' work, spinning threads of death through the lives of mortal men, an all to make a song for those to come.

A glorious death is his, who for his country falls.

Nothing is unimportant to a man plunged in despair. He is as credulous as a criminal sentenced to death who listens to a lunatic raving to him about how he can escape through the keyhole.

When attempted self-destruction does not cure a man of life, it cures him of voluntary death.

The fame of surgeons resembles the fame of actors, who live only during their lifetime and whose talent is no longer appreciable once they have disappeared.

Marriage is a fight to the death. Before contracting it, the two parties concerned implore the benediction of Heaven because to promise to love each other forever is the rashest of enterprises.

Alas, Postumus, the fleeting years slip by, nor will piety give any stay to wrinkles and pressing old age and untamable death.

Pale death with an impartial foot knocks at the hovels of the poor and the palaces of king.

Either a peaceful old age awaits me, or death flies round me with black wings. [Lat., Seu me tranquilla senectus Exspectat, seu mors atris circumvolat alis.]

In a moment comes either death or joyful victory. [Lat., Horae Momento cita mors venit aut victoria laeta.]

Joys do not fall to the rich alone; nor has he lived ill of whose birth and death no one took note.

Death's dark way Must needs be trodden once, however we pause.

Pale death approaches with equal step, and knocks indiscriminately at the door of teh cottage, and the portals of the palace.

Marble statues, engraved with public inscriptions, by which the life and soul return after death to noble leaders.

I shall not wholly die, and a great part of me will escape the grave.

Pale death knocks with impartial foot at poor men's hovels and king's palaces.

One night is awaiting us all, and the way of death must be trodden once. [Lat., Omnes una manet nox, Et calcanda semel via leti.]