Quotes about death
death life-and-death death-anniversary
Death is nothing to us, since when we are, death has not come, and when death has come, we are not. Epicurus
death evil use
Against specious appearances we must set clear convictions, bright and ready for use. When death appears as an evil, we ought immediately to remember that evils are things to be avoided, but death is inevitable. Epictetus
death children wife
Never say about anything, "I have lost it," but only "I have given it back." Is your child dead? It has been given back. Is your wife dead? She has been returned. Epictetus
death sleep endurance
Look on the grave where thou must sleep Thy last, and strongest foe; It is endurance not to weep, If that repose seem woe. Emily Bronte
death desire proud
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go Where none of us should be, Immediately, that anguish stooped Almost to jealousy. Emily Dickinson
death blow alive
A death-blow is a life-blow to some Who, till they died, did not alive become; Who, had they lived, had died, but when They died, vitality begun. Emily Dickinson
death
My life closed twice before its close Emily Dickinson
death tides sides
Just girt me for the onset with Eternity, When breath blew back, And on the other side I heard recede the disappointed tide! Emily Dickinson
death loss graves
I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Emily Dickinson
death winning brave
Death is a supple suitor, that wins at last. It is a stealthy wooing; conducted first by pallid innuendos and dim approach, but brave at last with bugles. Emily Dickinson
death dying
I could not stop for death and he did not stop for me. Emily Dickinson
death men light
A Toad, can die of Light - Death is the Common Right Of Toads and Men Emily Dickinson
death bustle consequence
That short, potential stir That each can make but once, That bustle so illustrious Tis almost consequence, Is the eclat of death. Emily Dickinson
death distance years
The distance that the dead have gone Does not at first appear- Their coming back seems possible For many an ardent year. Emily Dickinson
death fate doors
We never know we go when we are going- We jest and shut the Door- Fate-following-behind us bolts it- And we accost no more-. Emily Dickinson
death near-death
Afraid? Of whom am I afraid? Not death. For who is he? Emily Dickinson
death spiritual night
Dying is a wild night and a new road. Emily Dickinson
death flower names
There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
death light bridges
The grave itself is but a covered bridge, Leading from light to light, through a brief darkness! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
death lambs flocks
There is no flock, however watched and tended, but one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside howsoe'er defended, but has one vacant chair. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
death may young
The young may die, but the old must! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
death angel two
Then fell upon the house a sudden gloom, a shadow on those features fair and thin. And softly, from the hushed and darkened room, two angels issued, where but one went in. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
death disease
Death is better than disease. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
death sunshine dawn
Death is the chillness that precedes the dawn; We shudder for a moment, then awake In the broad sunshine of the other life. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
death lying men
When a great man dies, for years the light he leaves behind him, lies on the paths of men. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
death children pride
None of us knows how long he shall live or when his time will come. But soon, all that will be left of our brief lives is the pride our children feel when they speak our names. Hiroyuki Sanada
death suicide risk
Great deeds are usually wrought at great risks. Herodotus
death baby time
Time rushes by and yet time is frozen. Funny how we get so exact about time at the end of life and at its beginning. She died at 6:08 or 3:46, we say, or the baby was born at 4:02. But in between we slosh through huge swatches of time--weeks, months, years, decades even. Helen Prejean
death men helen
We are not the worst moments of our lives. Sister Helen Prejean, author of Dead Man Walking. Helen Prejean
death-penalty dies deserve
Do they deserve to die?" but "Do we deserve to kill them? Helen Prejean
death summer blessed
Immortality—dazzling idea! who first imagined thee! Was it some jolly burgher of Nuremburg, who with night-cap on his head, and white clay pipe in mouth, sat on some pleasant summer evening before his door, and reflected in all his comfort, that it would be right pleasant, if, with unextinguishable pipe, and endless breath, he could thus vegetate onwards for a blessed eternity? Or was it a lover, who in the arms of his loved one, thought the immortality-thought, and that because he could think and feel naught beside!—Love! Immortality! Heinrich Heine
death lonely lying
But a day must come when the fire of youth will be quenched in my veins, when winter will dwell in my heart, when his snow flakes will whiten my locks, and his mists will dim my eyes. Then my friends will lie in their lonely grave, and I alone will remain like a solitary stalk forgotten by the reaper. Heinrich Heine
death fit burial
Corpses are more fit to be thrown out than is dung. Heraclitus