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 sleep identity
Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity. 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 letting-go trying
You'll find it-when you try to die- The Easier to let go- For recollecting such as went- You could not spare-you know. 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 gnawing life mouse night passes rope
The day dawns, and then it ends, and the night passes away. Man's life is diminishing, but he does not understand. Each day, the mouse of death is gnawing away at the rope of life.
death former lies responsibility tribunal
All responsibility for his death lies on the International Tribunal for former Yugoslavia.
deathly empty hateful hell ideal loneliness mask occasion torn waste
And every occasion when a mask was torn off, an ideal broken, was preceded by this hateful vacancy and stillness, this deathly constriction and loneliness and unrelatedness, this waste and empty hell of lovelenessness and despair, such as I had now t Hermann Hesse
death jewels dear
Dear beauteous death, the jewel of the just. Henry Vaughan
death people eulogy
Some people are so afraid do die that they never begin to live. Henry Van Dyke
death past sea
The course of my long life hath reached at last in fragile bark over a tempestuous sea the common harbor, where must rendered be account for all the actions of the past. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
death art dust
From dust thou art to dust returneth, was not spoken of the soul. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
death transition portal
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. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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