Death Quotes

The subjunctive mood is in its death throes, and the best thing to do is to put it out of its misery as soon as possible.

I think, don't you, that a girl with any delicacy of feeling couldn't bring herself to marry a man indirectly responsible for her father's death. No matter how much she was in love with him.

Death is the mother of beauty, mystical, Within whose burning bosom we devise Our earthly mothers waiting, sleeplessly.

And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm me.

Death, which hateth and destroyeth a man, is believed; God, which hath made him and loves him, is always deferred.

Death stands above me, whispering low I know not what into my ear; Of his strange language all I know Is, there is not a word of fear.

I warmed both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.

O what a thing is age! Death without death's quiet.

Those who in living fill the smallest space, In death have often left the greatest void.

To truth there is no error. To life there is no death.

For five hundred years after Walther's death - until Goethe - no German lyric poet was his equal.

The truth is that I've got all my net worth safely in Berkshire and I will never sell a share so there is no one more concerned about what happens after my death than I am.

Your face looked like something Death brought with him in his suitcase.

Black is like the silence of the body after death, the close of life.

The mercy of the world is time. Time does not stop for love, but it does not stop for death and grief, either.

Beware the machinery of longevity. When a man's life is over the decent thing is for him to die. The forest does not withhold itself from death. What it gives up it takes back.

To hear of a thousand deaths in war is terrible, and we 'know' that it is. But as it registers on our hearts, it is not more terrible than one death fully imagined.

I thought of all that worked dark pits Of war, and died Digging the rock where Death reputes Peace lies indeed.

Dead men may envy living mites in cheese, Or good germs even. Microbes have their joys, And subdivide, and never come to death.

If you live right, death is a joke to you as far as fear is concerned.

Every land or property owner in America would be tickled to death to pay 45 per cent of his profits, if he didn't have to pay anything if he didn't make it.

It's not hard to read about death abstractly. I do find it tough when a character I love dies, of course. You can truly miss characters. Not like you miss people, but you can still miss them.

Mother sighed with exasperation. "Look, there aren't any "people in charge of death". When you die you move to another part of London, that's all there is to it. Period.

When you connect to a primal idea - life, death, hunger, hope, fear - any of those primal ideas are going to translate, and I think that's the thing that I've always been attracted to in my work.

The heart, when it is too much alive, aches for that brown earth, and ecstasy has no fear of death.

Believe me, if a man doesn't know death, he doesn't know life.

How some dare scorn (as if a fabulous lie) that they should rise whom death to dust doth bind -- and like to beasts, a beastly life they lead, who naught attend save death when they are dead.

When death becomes the property of the believer it receives a new name and is called sleep.

For death begins with life's first breath, And life begins at touch of death.

For man, the death of the body is inevitable, and is determined by time and circumstance; but, with proper precaution, the death of the soul may be totally avoided.

Life is a waste of woes, And Death a river deep, That ever onward flows, Troubled, yet asleep.

I am going to that country which I have all my life wished to see.

England! awake! awake! awake! Jerusalem thy sister calls! Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death And close her from thy ancient walls?

For I dance And drink and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing. If thought is life And strength and breath And the want Of thought is death Then am I A happy fly If I live Or if I die

Eyes spiritualised by death can judge, I cannot, but I am not content.

I pray-for fashion's word is out And prayer comes round again- That I may seem, though I die old, A foolish, passionate man.

We poets would die of loneliness but for women, and we choose our men friends that we may have somebody to talk about women with. Letter to Olivia Shakespeare, 1936

A thought Of that late death took all my heart for speech.

. . . you may think I waste my breath Pretending that there can be passion That has more life in it than death

For Death who takes what man would keep, Leaves what man would lose.

Man has created death.

Death and life were not Till man made up the whole, Made lock, stock and barrel Out of his bitter soul

Endure what life God gives and ask no longer span; Cease to remember the delights of youth, travel-wearied aged man; Delight becomes death-longing if all longing else be vain.

A mouth that has no moisture and no breath Breathless mouths may summon; I hail the superhuman; I call it death-in-life and life-in-death.

Death will be too late to bring us aid.

O harmless Death! whom still the valiant brave, The wise expect, the sorrowful invite, And all the good embrace, who know the grave A short dark passage to eternal light.

I that in heill wes and gladnes Am trublit now with gret seiknes And feblit with infermite: Timor Mortis conturbat me.* * Fear of Death troubles me.

To extinguish the free will is to strike the conscience with death, for both have but one and the same life.

Did any man at his death ever regret his conflicts with himself, his victories over appetite, his scorn of impure pleasure, or his sufferings for righteousness' sake?

Buddhists and Christians contrive to agree about death Making death their ideal basis for different ideals. The Communists however disapprove of death Except when practical.