To The Death Quotes

I set down in a chair by the window and tried to think of something cheerful, but it warn't no use. I felt so lonesome I most wished I was dead.

Tis torture, and not mercy. Heaven is here Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog And little mouse, every unworthy thing, Live here in heaven and may look on her, But Romeo may not.

Joy, joy, joy!Past ages crowd on thee, but each one remembers, And the future is dark, and the present is spread, Like a pillow of thorns for thy slumberless head.

When at last we have to die it will be time enough to get cold.While we are on fire let us seethe and boil.

as the shadows assumeshapesI fight the slowretreatnowmy once-promisedwindlingdwindlingnowlighting new cigarettespouring moredrinksit has been a beautifulfightstillis.

the lies of centuries, the lies of love, the lies of Socrates and Blake and Christwill be your bedmates and tombstonesin a death that will never end.

It was a good day to die.I was in love. The house was clean

The sun, the hero of every day, the impersonal old man that beams as brightly on death as on birth, came up every morning and raced across the blue dome and dipped into the sea of fire every evening.

No matter the age, a woman who is unloved is lost - unloved she might as well die.

...a good man cannot be harmed either in life or in death, and that his affairs are not neglected by the gods.

Oh threats of Hell and Hopes of Par

Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need of hell.

[W]hat makes earth feel like Hell is our expectation that it should feel like Heaven.

It's the people who aren't scared who die young.

The choice, as Eddie saw it, was as simple as it was brutal: get moving and keep moving or stand in one place long enough to start thinking about what all of this meant and simply die of fright.

For what could any Entity, conscious of eternal existence, want – but an end?

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

They found him guilty, and brother, if Maine had the death penalty, he would have done the airdance before that spring's crocuses poked their heads out of the dirt.

I shall live here in the rains, There in winter, Elsewhere in summer, " muses the fool, Not aware of the nearness of death.

Death is the dropping of the flower, that the fruit may, swell.

Shake off this downy sleep, death’s counterfeit, And look on death itself!

In practice it is death that works soseductively behind the image of its brother, sleep

How much more than necessary do we spend in sleep, forgetting that the sleeping fox catches no poultry, and that there will be sleeping enough in the grave, as Poor Richard says.

I can see wherecreation oftenstops while thebody still livesand oftendoes not careto.the death of lifebefore lifedies.

All those religions--they contradict each other on every point but every one of them is filled with ways to help people to be brave enough to laugh even though they know they are dying.

There were corpses here and there and pools of blood. I remember seeing a butterfly flutter up and down that street. Summer does not abdicate.

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

Sonia lives her life fully. If she dies tomorrow, she'll die happy. If she lives the way you want her to live, she'll die miserable. So leave her alone, okay?

And on the threshold of being no more I succeed in being another.

The night was starless and very dark. Without doubt, in the gloom some mighty angel was standing, with outstretched wings, awaiting the soul.

To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come...

Most people die at 25 and aren’t buried until they’re 75.

Dying was misery. Death was that period at the end of the sentence.

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.

And the camel driver had said, to die tomorrow was no worse than dying on any other day. Every day was there to be lived or to mark one's departure from this world.

One should part from life as Ulysses parted from Nausicaa-- blessing it rather than in love with it.

Life is death we're lengthy at

The last good time always comes

DEATH COMES SLOWLY LIKE ANTS TO A FALLEN FIG

And all the while one spirit uttered this, The other one did weep so, that, for pity, I swooned away as if I had been dying, And fell, even as a dead body falls.

All are dead, and ourselves left alone amidst a new generation whom we know not, and who know us not.

You know because you’ve been it, and I know because I’m dead and it gives one such a wonderfully uncluttered perspective.

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

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.

Be not self-willed, for thou art much too fairTo be death’s conquest and make worms thine heir.

Too weird to live, too rare to die!

Pale Death with impartial tread beats at the poor man's cottage door and at the palaces of kings.

She promised him she would love him until she was physically unable to anymore and then after when all she could do was hold his photograph.

Even though I seem not human, a mute shelfof glucose, bottled blood, machineryto swell the lung and pump the heart—even so, do not put out my life. Let me still glow.

peace of mind and heartarriveswhen we accept what is:having beenborn into thisstrange lifewe must acceptthe wasted gamble of ourdaysand take some satisfaction inthe pleasure ofleaving it allbehind.