To The Death Quotes
Life - life - life! 'Tis the sole great thing This side of death, Heart on heart in the wonder of Spring!
Into the winter's gray delight, Into the summer's golden dream, Holy and high and impartial, Death, the mother of Life, Mingles all men for ever.
There’s death coming up, and you better understand this:some of the wrong people die.Be ready for it.
If you think about it, Washington's overwhelming power in the world is founded on death, the awesome arsenal for killing people.
Perhaps the best cure for the fear of death is to reflect that life has a beginning as well as an end.
A life of action and danger moderates the dread of death. It not only gives us fortitude to bear pain, but teaches us at every step the precarious tenure on which we hold our present being.
Death cancels everything but truth; and strips a man of everything but genius and virtue. It is a sort of natural canonization.
Christ has made of death a narrow starlit strip between the companionships of yesterday and the reunions of tomorrow.
Life is too transcendentally humorous for a man not to take it seriously. Compared with it, Death is but a shallow jest.
Feasts and business and pleasure and enjoyments seem great things to us, whilst we think of nothing else; but as soon as we add death to them they all sink into an equal littleness.
Death have we hated, knowing not what it meant; Life we have loved, through green leaf and through sere, Though still the less we knew of its intent.
Yes, I live in God, and shall eternally. It is His hand upholds me now; and death will be but an uplifting of me into His bosom.
With a mind not diseased, a holy life is a life of hope; and at the end of it, death is a great act of hope.
It is a cruel folly to offer up to ostentation so many lives of creatures, as to make up the state of our treats.
The country with a low birth rate and low death rate will be hardest hit - and so the poor may indeed inherit the earth, because they're healthier.
The love of wicked men converts to fear; That fear to hate, and hate turns one or both To worthy danger and deserved death.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. -Sonnet 73
Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
Ruin has taught me to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death, which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
My joy is death- Death, at whose name I oft have been afeard, Because I wish'd this world's eternity.
There is a devilish mercy in the judge, if you'll implore it, that will free your life, but fetter you till death.
And will he not come again? And will he not come again? No, no, he is dead. Go to thy deathbed. He never will come again.
For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings.
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear: And you all know, security Is mortals' chiefest enemy.
Within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court.
In thee thy mother dies, our household's name, My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame.
Come my spade. There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers; they hold up Adam's profession.
My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in thee time's furrows I behold, Then look I death my days should expiate.
There is no sure foundation set on blood, No certain life achieved by others' death.
