To The Death Quotes

Years, following years, steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away.

I would rather be a serf in a poor man's house and be above ground than reign among the dead.

Better to flee from death than feel its grip.

I knew the poor, I knew the hideous death they die, when famine lays its bleak hand on the door; I knew the rich, sated with merriment, who yet are sad.

Through the ages, man's main concern was life after death. Today, for the first time, we find we must ask questions about whether there will be life before death.

Death is not an end. It is a new impulse.

There is no death! What seems so is transition; this life of mortal breath is but a suburb of the life elysian, whose portal we call Death.

Throughout evolution, ostracism was death indeed.

There is only one ultimate and effectual preventative for the maladies to which flesh is heir, and that is death.

We love our dear ones deeply and miss them when they leave us. But we know that the bond of love is greater than death.

Donkeys have the courage to bray after the death of a lion. (not meant to glorify carnivorous practice).

Sugar is responsible for a lot of deaths. Arguably more than crack cocaine.

Once one has kissed a cadaver's forehead, there always remains something of it on the lips, an infinite bitterness, an aftertasteof nothingness that nothing can erase.

In fact, life itself is a contradiction if only because birth is the direct cause, in every single case, of death

Never be sincere - sincerity is the death of writing.

We come unbidden into this life, and if we are lucky we find a purpose beyond starvation, misery, and early death which, lest we forget, is the common lot.

We are not our own. We do not belong to ourselves. But we have been purchased with a dear price. We have cost an immense sum, even the sufferings and death of the Son of God.

Hell and Heaven are near man, yes, in him; and every man after death goes to that Hell or heaven in which he was, or to his spirit, during his abode in the world.

Death is what men want when the anguish of living is more than they can bear.

What greater gift is there than to demonstrate you need not fear death?

Let death find us as we are building up our matchstick protests against its waves.

There will be no lasting peace either in the heart of individuals or in social customs until death is outlawed.

I want to be cremated so people won't come to worship at my bones.

Ignore death up to the last moment; then, when it can't be ignored any longer, have yourself squirted full of morphia and shuffle off in a coma. Thoroughly sensible, humane and scientific, eh?

It is foolish to be afraid of death. Just think. No more repaired tires on the body vehicle, no more patchwork living.

Death is the only thing we haven't succeeded in completely vulgarizing.

Sunsets and death; death and therefore kisses, kisses and consequently birth and then death for yet another generation of sunset watchers.

I was in the death struggle with self: God and Satan fought for my soul those three long hours. God conquered — now I have only one doubt left — which of the twain was God?

Ye flowers that drop, forsaken by the spring, Ye birds that, left by summer, cease to sing, Ye trees that fade, when Autumn heats remove, Say, is not absence death to those who love?

One never knows the ending. One has to die to know exactly what happens after death, although Catholics have their hopes.

Seeing a murder on television can help work off one's antagonisms. And if you haven't any antagonisms, the commercials will give you some.

Spending our tax dollars on actually preventing crimes, instead of pursuing death sentences after they've already been committed, will assure us we will have fewer victims.

I think the hoodie is as much responsible for Trayvon Martin's death as George Zimmerman was.

Didacticism is the death of art.

Nothing is more important than life. Nothing. You realise the simplicity of that point only when you confront death everyday.

Hee hath not liv'd, that lives not after death.

In the air we breathe, in the water we drink, in the earth we tread on, Life is every where. Nature lives: every pore is bursting with Life ; every death is only a new birth, every grave a cradle.

This morning I suddenly catch myself: I'm not there, I'm so lost in thought, I don't know what's going on around me. Can you think yourself to death?

Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.

Good news for senior citizens: Death is near!

Life is a flame that is always burning itself out; but it catches fire again every time a child is born. Life is greater than death, and hope than despair.

The breath of an aristocrat is the death rattle of freedom.

The silence is death. It comes each day with its shock to sit on my shoulder, a white bird, and peck at the black eyes and the vibrating red muscle of my mouth.

Yes, I know. Death sits with his key in my lock. Not one day is taken for granted. Even nursery rhymes have put me in hock.

Death's in the good-bye.

Odd how clear it suddenly became, once a person had died, that the body was the very least of him.

I saw a great many men die afterwards, some suffering horribly, but I do not recall any death that affected me quite so much as that of this first victim in my platoon.

There is nothing like an insane asylum for gently incubating death.

What an old maid I'm getting to be. lacking the courage to be in love with death!

Acceptance spells death to a writer.