To The Death Quotes

the price of creationis nevertoo high.the price of livingwith other peoplealwaysis.

the world is better withoutthem.only the plants and the animals aretrue comrades.I drink to them and withthem.

Even from a distance, their eyes conveyed the strength of their souls. And their eyes spoke of death.

All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.

Incontinent the void. The zenith. Evening again. When not night it will be evening. Death again of deathless day. On one hand embers. On the other ashes. Day without end won and lost. Unseen.

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

And I, could I stand byAnd see you freeze, Without my right of frost, Death's privilege?

Howl, howl, howl, howl! O, you are men of stones!

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

Death belongs only to God. What right have men to lay hands on a thing so unknown?

Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?---"On death

I have remembered Who wept for a parting between the living and the dead.

The air was filled with phantoms... and... the misery with them all was, clearly, that they sought to interfere, for good, in human matters, and had lost the power forever.

What is more melancholy and more profound than to see a thousand objects for the first and the last time? To travel is to be born and to die at every instant...

Men fear thought as they fear nothing else on earth -- more than ruin, more even than death.

Wealth does not bring about excellence, but excellence makes wealth and everything else good for men, both individually and collectively.

there's no clarity.there was never meant to be clarity.

sometimes all we need to be able to continue aloneare the deadrattling the wallsthat close us in.

She didn't struggle and so she didn't grow

It is intoxicating joy for the sufferer to look away from his suffering and to forget himself.

We've replaced nearly all our emotions with fear

When the Attorney-General ceased, a buzz arose in the court as if a cloud of great blue-flies were swarming about the prisoner, in anticipation of what he was soon to become.

A beautiful death is for people who lived like animals to die like angels—loved and wanted.

Many people say they do not fear death, but the process of dying. It’s not the destination, but the trip that they dread.

Death for the Christian is the doorway to heaven’s glory. Because of Christ’s resurrection we can joyously say with Paul, “Where, O death, is your victory?” [1 Corinthians 15:55 NIV].

Death is not the end of the road—it is merely a gateway to eternal life beyond the grave.

For the Christian, death can be faced realistically and with victory, because he knows “that neither death nor life . . . shall be able to separate us from the love of God” [Romans 8:38–39 NKJV].

If people paid more attention to death, eternity, and judgment, there would be more holy living on earth.

Death is said in the Bible to be a coronation for the Christian.

Death reduces all men to the same rank. It strips the rich of his millions and the poor man of his rags . . .Death knows no age limits, no partiality. It is a thing that all men fear.

One of the primary goals in life should be to prepare for death. Everything else should be secondary.

Death for [a Christian] is no accident. With God there are no accidents, no tragedies, and no catastrophes as far as His children are concerned.

When we all reach the end of our earthly journey, we will have just begun.

From the moment a child is born, the death process, and the fight against it, begins.

Life and death is not a do-it-yourself project.

Christ did not die by accident. He died voluntarily in our place.

Someday this life will end, but for the Christian death also marks a beginning—the beginning of a new life with God that will last forever.

Death carries with it a certain dread. It [is] the enemy, the great, mysterious monster that makes people quake with fear.

Someday a loving Hand will be laid upon your shoulder and this brief message will be given: “Come home.

Death of the righteous . . . is not to be feared or shunned. It is the shadowed threshold to the palace of God.

We now have the advantage of a few years more of life, but death is still standing at the end of the road.

All mankind is sitting on Death Row. How we die or when is not the main issue, but where [we] go after death.

Death is not a trip, but a destination.

Someone has said that death is not a period, but a comma in the story of life.

That one smooth black eye stared, and reflected in it I fancied I could see the cyclopeon city, and the endless column of the marching dead.

regret is mostly caused by not havingdone anything.

sometimes it's hard to knowwhat todo.

I found the best thingI could dowas just to type awayat my own workand let the dyingdieas they always have.

one doesn't even think ofthe liverand if the liverdoesn't think ofus, that'sfine.

when I drive the freeways I see the soul of humanity ofmy city and it's ugly, ugly, ugly: the living have choked theheartaway.