Death Quotations

Death

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Death is the permanent end of the life of a biological organism. Death may refer to the end of life as either an event or condition. In many cultures and in the arts, death is considered a being or otherwise personified, wherein it is usually capitalized as "Death".

Contents 1 Sourced 1.1 Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations 1.2 Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) 2 Unsourced 2.1 Living with death - quotes and anecdotes 2.2 Coming to terms with death 2.3 Death 2.4 Death and relationships 2.5 Death and the meaning of life 2.6 Others 2.7 Humor 3 See also 4 External links

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The fittest place where man can die Is where he dies for man. ~ Michael J. Barry

Alphabetized by author or source

The fear of death is worse than death. ~ Robert Burton Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep. ~ Lord Byron It was said that life was cheap in Ankh-Morpork. This was, of course, completely wrong. Life was often very expensive; you could get death for free. ~ Terry Pratchett in Pyramids

• Men fear death, as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children is increased with tales, so is the other.
  • Francis Bacon, Essays, 2, 'Of Death'

• The biggest part of my life I did not trust people who were not scared of dying, because when you get older, you think about death more and more times. I think if we could chose, no one wants to die. That's why we can come to the conclusion that everyone wants to have the eternal life, which seems to become possible in the future due to the developments in the medical science. But the question is not really if you want eternal life, it is more if you wants to have eternal life at your children's expense. By the way: we would get big ecologic problems if we all remain alive.
  • Actor Jack Nicholson replying to the question if he would like to have the eternal life in an interview with Dutch magazine FilmValley from April 2008.

• Life hath more awe than death.
  • Philip James Bailey, Festus (1839), scene Wood and Water.

• Death is the universal salt of states; Blood is the base of all things — law and war.
  • Philip James Bailey, Festus (1813), scene A Country Town.

• The death-change comes. Death is another life. We bow our heads At going out, we think, and enter straight Another golden chamber of the king's, Larger than this we leave, and lovelier. And then in shadowy glimpses, disconnect, The story, flower-like, closes thus its leaves. The will of God is all in all. He makes, Destroys, remakes, for His own pleasure, all.
  • Philip James Bailey, Festus (1813), scene Home.

• To me the honour is sufficient of belonging to the universe — such a great universe, and so grand a scheme of things. Not even Death can rob me of that honour. For nothing can alter the fact that I have lived; I have been I, if for ever so short a time. And when I am dead, the matter which composes my body is indestructible — and eternal, so that come what may to my 'Soul,' my dust will always be going on, each separate atom of me playing its separate part — I shall still have some sort of a finger in the pie. When I am dead, you can boil me, burn me, drown me, scatter me — but you cannot destroy me: my little atoms would merely deride such heavy vengeance. Death can do no more than kill you.
  • W. N. P. Barbellion (Bruce Frederick Cummings), The Journal of a Disappointed Man, Chatto & Windus, 1920.

• But whether on the scaffold high, Or in the battle's van, The fittest place where man can die Is where he dies for man.
  • Michael J. Barry, The Place to Die, in The Dublin Nation (Sept. 28, 1844), Volume II, p. 809.

• A little before you made a leap in the dark.
  • Sir Thomas Browne, Works, II, 26 (Ed. 1708); Letters from the Dead (1701). Works, II, p. 502.

• The thousand doors that lead to death.
  • Sir Thomas Browne, Religio Medici (1642), Part I, Section XLIV.

• We all labour against our own cure; for death is the cure of all disease.
  • Thomas Browne, Religio Medici (1642), Part II, Section IX.

• Timor mortis morte pejor.

  The fear of death is worse than death.

  • Robert Burton, The Anatomy of Melancholy (1621), (quoted).

• Friend Ralph! thou hast Outrun the constable at last!
  • Samuel Butler, Hudibras, Part I (1663-64), Canto III, line 1,367.

• Heaven gives its favourites — early death.
  • Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto IV (1818), Stanza 102. Also Don Juan, Canto IV, Stanza 12.

• Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
  • Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto IV (1818), Stanza 179.

• Ah! surely nothing dies but something mourns!
  • Lord Byron, Don Juan (1818-24), Canto III, Stanza 108.

• "Whom the gods love die young," was said of yore.
  • Lord Byron, Don Juan (1818-24), Canto IV, Stanza 12.

• Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep.
  • Lord Byron, Don Juan (1818-24), Canto XIV, Stanza 3.

• "For all that let me tell thee, brother Panza," said Don Quixote, "that there is no recollection which time does not put an end to, and no pain which death does not remove." "And what greater misfortune can there be," replied Panza, "than the one that waits for time to put an end to it and death to remove it?"
  • Miguel de Cervantes, Don Quixote (1605-15), Part I, Chapter XV.

• At length, fatigued with life, he bravely fell, And health with Boerhaave bade the world farewell.
  • Benjamin Church, The Choice (1754).

• Mors dominos servis et sceptra ligonibus æquat, Dissimiles simili conditione trahens.

  Death levels master and slave, the sceptre and the law and makes the unlike like.

  • Walter Colman, La Danse Machabre or Death's Duell (c. 1633).

• What argufies pride and ambition? Soon or late death will take us in tow: Each bullet has got its commission, And when our time's come we must go.
  • Charles Dibdin, Each Bullet has its Commission

• "People can't die, along the coast," said Mr. Peggotty, "except when the tide's pretty nigh out. They can't be born, unless it's pretty nigh in—not properly born, till flood. He's a-going out with the tide."
  • Charles Dickens, David Copperfield (1849-1850), Chapter XXX.

• 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.
  • George Eliot, Spanish Gypsy (1868), Book II.

• And fear not them which kill the body, but are not able to kill the soul: but rather fear him which is able to destroy both soul and body in Hell.
  • Jesus, in Matthew 10:28

• And I heard a great voice out of heaven saying, Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and he will dwell with them, and they shall be his people, and God himself shall be with them, and be their God. And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.
  • John of Patmos, in Revelation 21: 3–4 (KJV)

• Verse, Fame and beauty are intense indeed, But Death intenser – Death is life's high mead.
  • John Keats, Sonnet: Why did I laugh to-night?

• When you and I behind the Veil are past.
  • Omar Khayyam, Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam (1120), Stanza 47. (Not in first edition); FitzGerald's translation.

• Strange—is it not?—that of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the road Which to discover we must travel too.
  • Omar Khayyam, Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam (1120), Stanza 68. FitzGerald's translation.

• The young may die, but the old must!
  • Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Christus, The Golden Legend (1872), Part IV. The Cloisters.

• There is no confessor like unto Death! Thou canst not see him, but he is near: Thou needest not whisper above thy breath, And he will hear; He will answer the questions, The vague surmises and suggestions, That fill thy soul with doubt and fear.
  • Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Christus, The Golden Legend (1872), Part V. The Inn at Genoa.

• Death never takes one alone, but two! Whenever he enters in at a door, Under roof of gold or roof of thatch, He always leaves it upon the latch, And comes again ere the year is o'er, Never one of a household only.
  • Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Christus, The Golden Legend (1872), Part VI. The Farm-House in the Odenwald.

• Death opens unknown doors. It is most grand to die.
  • John Masefield, Pompey the Great, i.

• Death hath a thousand doors to let out life: I shall find one.
  • Philip Massinger, A Very Woman, V. iv.

• There is no death! the stars go down To rise upon some other shore, And bright in Heaven's jeweled crown, They shine for ever more.
  • John L. McCreery, in Arthur's Home Magazine (July, 1863), Volume 22, p. 41. Wrongly ascribed to Bulwer-Lytton.

• Death did not come to my mother Like an old friend. She was a mother, and she must Conceive him. Up and down the bed she fought crying Help me, but death Was a slow child Heavy.
  • Josephine Miles, "Conception" (1974) st. 1–2; Collected Poems, University of Illinois Press, 1983

• So spake the grisly Terror.
  • John Milton, Paradise Lost (1667; 1674), Book II, line 704.

• I fled, and cried out Death; Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd From all her caves, and back resounded Death.
  • John Milton, Paradise Lost (1667; 1674), Book II, line 787.

• Before mine eyes in opposition sits Grim Death, my son and foe.
  • John Milton, Paradise Lost (1667; 1674), Book II, line 803.

• Death Grinned horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be filled.
  • John Milton, Paradise Lost (1667; 1674), Book II, line 845.

• Eas'd the putting off

  These troublesome disguises which we wear.

  • John Milton, Paradise Lost (1667; 1674), Book IV, line 739.

• Behind her Death Close following pace for pace, not mounted yet On his pale horse.
  • John Milton, Paradise Lost (1667; 1674), Book X, line 588.

• How gladly would I meet Mortality my sentence, and be earth Insensible! how glad would lay me down As in my mother's lap!
  • John Milton, Paradise Lost (1667; 1674), Book X, line 775.

• And over them triumphant Death his dart Shook, but delay'd to strike, though oft invoked.
  • John Milton, Paradise Lost (1667; 1674), Book XI, line 491.

• Death is repose, but the thought of death disturbs all repose.
  • Cesare Pavese, This Business of Living, 1938-06-07

• See my lips tremble and my eyeballs roll, Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul!
  • Alexander Pope, Eloisa to Abelard (1717), line 323.

• O Death, all eloquent! you only prove What dust we dote on, when 'tis man we love.
  • Alexander Pope, Eloisa to Abelard (1717), line 355.

• Till tired, he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er.
  • Alexander Pope, An Essay on Man (1733-34), Epistle II, line 282.

• But thousands die without or this or that, Die, and endow a college or a cat.
  • Alexander Pope, Moral Essays (1731-35), Epistle III, line 95.

• It was said that life was cheap in Ankh-Morpork. This was, of course, completely wrong. Life was often very expensive; you could get death for free.
  • Terry Pratchett in Pyramids (1989)

• There is a way which seemeth right unto a man, but the end thereof are the ways of death.
  • Proverbs 14:12 (KJV)

• I died as a mineral and became a plant, I died as plant and rose to animal, I died as animal and I was Man. Why should I fear? When was I less by dying? Yet once more I shall die as Man, to soar With angels blest; but even from angelhood I must pass on: all except God doth perish. When I have sacrificed my angel-soul, I shall become what no mind e'er conceived. Oh, let me not exist! for Non-existence Proclaims in organ tones, To Him we shall return.
  • Rumi. "I Died as a Mineral", as translated in The Mystics of Islam (1914) edited by Reynold Alleyne Nicholson, p. 125
  • Variant translation: Originally, you were clay. From being mineral, you became vegetable. From vegetable, you became animal, and from animal, man. During these periods man did not know where he was going, but he was being taken on a long journey nonetheless. And you have to go through a hundred different worlds yet.
    • As quoted in Multimind (1986) by Robert Ornstein

• Death is swallowed up in victory. O Death where is thy sting, O Grave where is thy victory?
  • Paul of Tarsus, in I Corinthians 15:54 - 56

• Death is one of two things. Either it is annihilation, and the dead have no consciousness of anything; or, as we are told, it is really a change: a migration of the soul from this place to another.
  • Socrates, in Plato's Apology, 41

• Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
  • Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene (1589-96), II. 59. Also III. 3. 30.

• The great world's altar-stairs That slope thro' darkness up to God.
  • Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam A.H.H. (1849), Part LV.

• Death has made His darkness beautiful with thee.
  • Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam A.H.H. (1849), LXXIV.

• God's finger touched him, and he slept.
  • Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam A.H.H. (1849), LXXXV.

• And God said, "A way must be conceived to pursue the dead beyond the tomb."
  • Mark Twain, Letters From the Earth (1909).

• O, sir! the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket.
  • William Wordsworth, The Excursion (1814), Book I.

• Insatiate archer! could not one suffice? Thy shaft flew thrice; and thrice my peace was slain!
  • Edward Young, Night Thoughts (1742-1745), Night I, line 212.

• Who can take Death's portrait? The tyrant never sat.
  • Edward Young, Night Thoughts (1742-1745), Night II, line 52.

• The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileged beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.
  • Edward Young, Night Thoughts (1742-1745), Night II, line 633.

• A death-bed's a detector of the heart.
  • Edward Young, Night Thoughts (1742-1745), Night II, line 641.

• Lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay; And if in death still lovely, lovelier there; Far lovelier! pity swells the tide of love.
  • Edward Young, Night Thoughts (1742-1745), Night III, line 104.

• Death is the crown of life; Were death denyed, poor man would live in vain; Were death denyed, to live would not be life; Were death denyed, ev'n fools would wish to die.
  • Edward Young, Night Thoughts (1742-1745), Night III, line 523.

• The knell, the shroud, the mattock and the grave, The deep, damp vault, the darkness, and the worm.
  • Edward Young, Night Thoughts (1742-1745), Night IV, line 10.

• And feels a thousand deaths, in fearing one.
  • Edward Young, Night Thoughts (1742-1745), Night IV, line 17.

• As soon as man, expert from time, has found The key of life, it opes the gates of death.
  • Edward Young, Night Thoughts (1742-1745), Night IV, line 122.

• Early, bright, transient, chaste, as morning dew She sparkled, was exhal'd, and went to heaven.
  • Edward Young, Night Thoughts (1742-1745), Night V, line 600.

• Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.
  • Edward Young, Night Thoughts (1742-1745), Night V, line 1,011.

Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations

Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 163-81.

• Death is a black camel, which kneels at the gates of all.
  • Abd-el-Kader.

• Call no man happy till he is dead.
  • Æschylus, Agamemnon, 938. Earliest reference. Also in Sophocles—Trachiniæ, and Œdipus Tyrannus.

• But when the sun in all his state, Illumed the eastern skies, She passed through glory's morning gate, And walked in Paradise.
  • James Aldrich, A Death Bed.

• Somewhere, in desolate, wind-swept space, In twilight land, in no man's land, Two hurrying shapes met face to face And bade each other stand. "And who are you?" cried one, a-gape, Shuddering in the glimmering light. "I know not," said the second shape, "I only died last night."
  • Thomas Bailey Aldrich, Identity.

• The white sail of his soul has rounded The promontory—death.
  • William Alexander, The Icebound Ship.

• Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, Advanced a stage or two upon that road Which you must travel in the steps they trod.
  • Aristophanes, Fragment, II; translation by Cumberland.

• He who died at Azan sends This to comfort all his friends: Faithful friends! It lies I know Pale and white and cold as snow; And ye say, "Abdallah's dead!" Weeping at the feet and head. I can see your falling tears, I can hear your sighs and prayers; Yet I smile and whisper this: I am not the thing you kiss. Cease your tears and let it lie; It was mine—it is not I.
  • Edwin Arnold, He Who Died at Azan.

• Her cabin'd ample spirit, It fluttered and fail'd for breath; Tonight it doth inherit The vasty hall of death.
  • Matthew Arnold, Requiescat.

• Pompa mortis magis terret quam mors ipsa.

  The pomp of death alarms us more than death itself.

  • Quoted by Francis Bacon as from Seneca.

• It is as natural to die as to be born; and to a little infant, perhaps, the one is as painful as the other.
  • Francis Bacon, Essays, Of Death.

• What then remains, but that we still should cry Not to be born, or being born to die.
  • Ascribed to Francis Bacon. (Paraphrase of a Greek Epigram.)

• So fades a summer cloud away; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er; So gently shuts the eye of day; So dies a wave along the shore.
  • Anna Letitia Barbauld, The Death of the Virtuous.

• It is only the dead who do not return.
  • Bertrand Barère, speech (1794).

• To die would be an awfully big adventure.
  • J. M. Barrie, Peter Pan.

• Death hath so many doors to let out life.
  • John Fletcher and Philip Massinger, The Custom of the Country (c. 1619–23; published 1647), Act II, scene 2.

• We must all die! All leave ourselves, it matters not where, when, Nor how, so we die well; and can that man that does so Need lamentation for him?
  • John Fletcher, Valentinian (1610–14; published 1647), Act IV, scene 4.

• How shocking must thy summons be, O Death! To him that is at ease in his possessions: Who, counting on long years of pleasure here, Is quite unfurnish'd for that world to come!
  • Robert Blair, The Grave, line 350.

• Sure 'tis a serious thing to die! My soul! What a strange moment must it be, when, near Thy journey's end, thou hast the gulf in view! That awful gulf, no mortal e'er repass'd To tell what's doing on the other side.
  • Robert Blair, The Grave, line 369.

• 'Tis long since Death had the majority.
  • Robert Blair, The Grave, line 451. Please "The Great Majority" found in Plautus. Trinium, II. 214.

• Beyond the shining and the shading I shall be soon. Beyond the hoping and the dreading I shall be soon. Love, rest and home— Lord! tarry not, but come.
  • Horatius Bonar, Beyond the Smiling and the Weeping.

• Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, in sure and certain hope of the resurrection.
  • Book of Common Prayer, Burial of the Dead.

• Man that is born of a woman hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery. He cometh up, and is cut down, like a flower; he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay.
  • Book of Common Prayer, Burial of the Dead. Quoted from Job, XIV. 1.

• In the midst of life we are in death.
  • Book of Common Prayer, Burial of the Dead. Media vita in morte sumus. From a Latin antiphon. Found in the choirbook of the monks of St. Gall. Said to have been composed by Notker ("The Stammerer") in 911, while watching some workmen building a bridge at Martinsbrücke, in peril of their lives. Luther's antiphon "De Morte." Hymn XVIII is taken from this.

• 'Mid youth and song, feasting and carnival, Through laughter, through the roses, as of old Comes Death, on shadowy and relentless feet Death, unappeasable by prayer or gold; Death is the end, the end. Proud, then, clear-eyed and laughing, go to greet Death as a friend!
  • Rupert Brooke, Second Best.

• Oh! death will find me, long before I tire Of watching you; and swing me suddenly Into the shade and loneliness and mire Of the last land!
  • Rupert Brooke, Sonnet (Collection 1908–1911).

• Pliny hath an odd and remarkable Passage concerning the Death of Men and Animals upon the Recess or Ebb of the Sea.
  • Sir Thomas Browne, Letter to a Friend, Section 7.

• For I say, this is death and the sole death, When a man's loss comes to him from his gain, Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance, And lack of love from love made manifest.
  • Robert Browning, A Death in the Desert.

• The grand perhaps.
  • Robert Browning, Bishop Blougram's Apology.

• Sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one that wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
  • William Cullen Bryant, Thanatopsis.

• All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.
  • William Cullen Bryant, Thanatopsis.

• So he passed over and all the trumpets sounded For him on the other side.
  • John Bunyan, Pilgrim's Progress. Death of Valiant for Truth. Close of Part II.

• Die Todten reiten schnell.

  The dead ride swiftly.

  • Gottfried Bürger, Leonore.

• But, oh! fell Death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower sae early.
  • Robert Burns, Highland Mary.

• There is only rest and peace In the city of Surcease From the failings and the waitings 'neath the sun, And the wings of the swift years Beat but gently o'er the biers Making music to the sleepers every one.
  • Richard Eugene Burton, City of the Dead.

• They do neither plight nor wed In the city of the dead, In the city where they sleep away the hours.
  • Richard Eugene Burton, City of the Dead.

• We wonder if this can be really the close, Life's fever cooled by death's trance; And we cry, though it seems to our dearest of foes, "God give us another chance."
  • Richard Eugene Burton, Song of the Unsuccessful.

• Oh, God! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood!
  • Lord Byron, Prisoner of Chillon, Stanza 8.

• Down to the dust!—and, as thou rott'st away, Even worms shall perish on thy poisonous clay.
  • Lord Byron, A Sketch.

• Brougham delivered a very warm panegyric upon the ex-Chancellor, and expressed a hope that he would make a good end, although to an expiring Chancellor death was now armed with a new terror.
  • Thomas Campbell, Lives of the Chancellors, Volume VII, p. 163.

• And I still onward haste to my last night; Time's fatal wings do ever forward fly; So every day we live, a day we die.
  • Thomas Campion, Divine and Moral Songs.

• His religion, at best, is an anxious wish; like that of Rabelais, "a great Perhaps."
  • Thomas Carlyle, Burns.

• Qui nunc it per iter tenebricosum Illuc unde negant redire quemquam.

  Who now travels that dark path from whose bourne they say no one returns.

  • Catullus, Carmina, III. 11.

• Soles occidere et redire possunt; Nobis cum semel occidit brevis lux, Nox est perpetua una dormienda.

  Suns may set and rise; we, when our short day has closed, must sleep on during one neverending night.

  • Catullus, Carmina. V. 4.

• When death hath poured oblivion through my veins, And brought me home, as all are brought, to lie In that vast house, common to serfs and thanes,— I shall not die, I shall not utterly die, For beauty born of beauty—that remains.
  • Madison Cawein.

• It singeth low in every heart, We hear it each and all,— A song of those who answer not, However we may call; They throng (he silence of the breast, We see them as of yore,— The kind, the brave, the true, the sweet, Who walk with us no more.
  • John W. Chadwick, Auld Lang Syne.

• Ex vita discedo, tanquam ex hospitio, non tanquam ex domo.

  I depart from life as from an inn, and not as from my home.

  • Cicero, De Senectute, 23.

• Emori nolo: sed me esse mortuum nihil æstimo.

  Translation: I do not wish to die: but I care not if I were dead.

  • Cicero, Tusculanarum Disputationum, I. 8. translation of verse of Epicharmus.

• Vetat dominans ille in nobis deus, injussu hinc nos suo demigrare.

  The divinity who rules within us, forbids us to leave this world without his command.

  • Cicero, Tusculanarum Disputationum, I. 30.

• Undique enim ad inferos tantundem viæ est.

  There are countless roads on all sides to the grave.

  • Cicero, Tusculanarum Disputationum, I. 43.

• Supremus ille dies non nostri extinctionem sed commutationem affert loci.

  That last day does not bring extinction to us, but change of place.

  • Cicero, Tusculanarum Disputationum, I. 49.

• Some men make a womanish complaint that it is a great misfortune to die before our time. I would ask what time? Is it that of Nature? But she, indeed, has lent us life, as we do a sum of money, only no certain day is fixed for payment. What reason then to complain if she demands it at pleasure, since it was on this condition that you received it.
  • Cicero.

• Omnia mors æquat.

  Death levels all things.

  • Claudianus, De Raptu Proserpinæ, II. 302.

• Mors sceptra ligonibus æquat.
  • Inscribed over a 14th Century mural painting once at Battle Church, Sussex. Included in the 12th Century Vers sur la Mort. Ascribed to Thibaut de Marly. Also the motto of one of Symeoni's emblematic devices. See Notes and Queries (May, 1917), p. 134.

• Death comes with a crawl or he comes with a pounce, And whether he's slow, or spry, It isn't the fact that you're dead that counts, But only, how did you die?
  • Edmund Vance Cooke, How Did You Die?

• Qui ne craint point la mort ne craint point les menaces.

  He who does not fear death cares naught for threats.

  • Pierre Corneille, Le Cid, II. 1.

• O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
  • I Corinthians, XV. 55.

• Ut non ex vita, sed ex domo in domum videretur migrare.

  So that he seemed to depart not from life, but from one home to another.

  • Cornelius Nepos, Atticus.

• All flesh is grass, and all its glory fades Like the fair flower dishevell'd in the wind; Riches have wings, and grandeur is a dream; The man we celebrate must find a tomb, And we that worship him, ignoble graves.
  • William Cowper, The Task (1785), Book III, line 261.

• All has its date below; the fatal hour Was register'd in Heav'n ere time began. We turn to dust, and all our mightiest works Die too.
  • William Cowper, The Task (1785), Book V, The Winter Morning Walk, line 540.

• Life, that dares send A challenge to his end, And when it comes, say, "Welcome, friend!"
  • Richard Crashaw, Wishes to his (Supposed) Mistress, Stanza 29.

• We are born, then cry, We know not for why, And all our lives long Still but the same song.
  • Nathaniel Crouch (attributed), in Fly Leaves (pub. 1854), taken from Bristol Drollery (1674).

• Round, round the cypress bier Where she lies sleeping, On every turf a tear, Let us go weeping! Wail!
  • George Darley, Dirge.

• And though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds, There's a lean fellow beats all conquerors.
  • Thomas Dekker, Old Fortunatus (1599), Act I, scene 1.

• I expressed just now my mistrust of what is called Spiritualism—… I owe it a trifle for a message said to come from Voltaire's Ghost. It was asked, "Are you not now convinced of another world?" and rapped out, "There is no other world—Death is only an incident in Life."
  • William De Morgan, Joseph Vance, Chapter XI.

• Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so: For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death.
  • John Donne, Divine Poems, Holy Sonnets, No. 17.

• One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
  • John Donne, Divine Poems, Holy Sonnets, No. 17.

• Welcome, thou kind deceiver! Thou best of thieves! who, with an easy key, Dost open life, and, unperceived by us, Even steal us from ourselves.
  • John Dryden, All for Love, Act V, scene 1.

• Death in itself is nothing; but we fear To be we know not what, we know not where.
  • John Dryden, Aurengzebe, Act IV, scene 1.

• So was she soon exhaled, and vanished hence; As a sweet odour, of a vast expense. She vanished, we can scarcely say she died.
  • John Dryden, Elegiacs, To the Memory of Mrs. Anne Killegrew, line 303.

• Of no distemper, of no blast he died, But fell like autumn fruit that mellow'd long.
  • John Dryden, Œdipus, Act IV, scene 1, line 265.

• Heaven gave him all at once; then snatched away, Ere mortals all his beauties could survey; Just like the flower that buds and withers in a day.
  • John Dryden, On the Death of Amyntas.

• He was exhal'd; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.
  • John Dryden, On the Death of a Very Young Gentleman, line 25.

• Like a led victim, to my death I'll go, And dying, bless the hand that gave the blow.
  • John Dryden, The Spanish Friar, Act II, scene 1, line 64.

• In the jaws of death.
  • Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas, Divine Weekes and Workes, Second Week, First day.

• She'l bargain with them; and will giue Them GOD; teach them how to liue In him; or if they this deny, For him she'l teach them how to Dy.
  • Richard Crashaw, Hymn to the Name and Honor of Saint Teresa.

• One event happeneth to them all.
  • Ecclesiastes, II. 14.

• The grasshopper shall be a burden, and desire shall fail; because man goeth to his long home, and the mourners go about the streets.
  • Ecclesiastes, XII. 5.

• Judge none blessed before his death.
  • Ecclesiasticus, XI. 28.

• If we could know Which of us, darling, would be first to go, Who would be first to breast the swelling tide And step alone upon the other side— If we could know!
  • Mrs. Foster Ely, If We could Know.

• He thought it happier to be dead, To die for Beauty, than live for bread.
  • Ralph Waldo Emerson, Beauty, line 25.

• But learn that to die is a debt we must all pay.
  • Euripides, Alcestis, 418. Also Andromache, 1,271.

• Out of the strain of the Doing, Into the peace of the Done; Out in the thirst of Pursuing, Into the rapture of Won. Out of grey mist into brightness, Out of pale dusk into Dawn— Out of all wrong into rightness, We from these fields shall be gone. "Nay," say the saints, "Not gone but come, Into eternity's Harvest Home."
  • W. M. L. Fay, Poem in Sunday at Home (May, 1910).

• Sit the comedy out, and that done, When the Play's at an end, let the Curtain fall down.
  • Thomas Flatman, The Whim.

• Young Never-Grow-Old, with your heart of gold And the dear boy's face upon you; It is hard to tell, though we know it well, That the grass is growing upon you.
  • Alice Fleming, Spion Kop.

• A dying man can do nothing easy.
  • Benjamin Franklin, last words.

• La montagne est passée; nous irons mieux.

  The mountain is passed; now we shall get on better.

  • Frederick the Great, said to be his last words.

• Why fear death? It is the most beautiful adventure in life.
  • Charles Frohman, last words before he sank in the wreck of the Lusitania, torpedoed by the Germans (May 7, 1915). So reported by Rita Joliet.

• Drawing near her death, she sent most pious thoughts as harbingers to heaven; and her soul saw a glimpse of happiness through the chinks of her sicknesse broken body.
  • Thomas Fuller, The Holy and the Profane State, Book I, Chapter II.

• Had [Christ] the death of death to death Not given death by dying: The gates of life had never been To mortals open lying.
  • On the tombstone of Rev. Fyge, in the churchyard of Castle-Camps, Cambridgeshire.

• To die is landing on some silent shore, Where billows never break nor tempests roar; Ere well we feel the friendly stroke 'tis o'er.
  • Sir Samuel Garth, The Dispensary (1699), Canto III, line 225.

• The prince who kept the world in awe, The judge whose dictate fix'd the law; The rich, the poor, the great, the small, Are levell'd; death confounds 'em all.
  • John Gay, Fables (1727), Part II. Fable 16.

• Dead as a door nail.
  • John Gay, New Song of New Similes. Langland, Piers Ploughman, II, line 183. (1362). William of Palerne, Romance (About 1350), II Henry IV, Act V, scene 3. Deaf as a door nail. Rabelais, III. 34. translation. by Urquhart.

• Where the brass knocker, wrapt in flannel band, Forbids the thunder of the footman's hand, The' upholder, rueful harbinger of death, Waits with impatience for the dying breath.
  • John Gay, Trivia, Book II, line 467.

• For dust thou art, and unto dust shall thou return.
  • Genesis, III. 19.

• What if thou be saint or sinner, Crooked gray-beard, straight beginner,— Empty paunch, or jolly dinner, When Death thee shall call. All alike are rich and richer, King with crown, and cross-legged stitcher, When the grave hides all.
  • R. W. Gilder, Drinking Song.

• None who e'er knew her can believe her dead; Though, should she die, they deem it well might be Her spirit took its everlasting flight In summer's glory, by the sunset sea, That onward through the Golden Gate is fled. Ah, where that bright soul is cannot be night.
  • R. W. Gilder, "H. H."

• Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?
  • Thomas Gray, Elegy, Stanza 11.

• He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time: The living throne, the sapphire blaze, Where angels tremble while they gaze, He saw; but blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night.
  • Thomas Gray, Progress of Poesy, III. 2, line 99.

• Fling but a stone, the giant dies.
  • Matthew Green, The Spleen, line 93.

• When life is woe, And hope is dumb, The World says, "Go!" The Grave says, "Come!"
  • Arthur Guiterman, Betel-Nuts.

• Death borders upon our birth; and our cradle stands in our grave.
  • Bishop Hall, Epistles, Decade III. Ep, II.

• Come to the bridal-chamber, Death! Come to the mother's, when she feels, For the first time, her first-born's breath! Come when the blessed seals That close the pestilence are broke, And crowded cities wail its stroke!
  • Fitz-Greene Halleck, Marco Bozzaris.

• Ere the dolphin dies Its hues are brightest. Like an infant's breath Are tropic winds before the voice of death.
  • Fitz-greene Halleck, Fortune.

• The ancients dreaded death: the Christian can only fear dying.
  • J. C. and A. W. Hare, Guesses at Truth.

• And I hear from the outgoing ship in the bay The song of the sailors in glee: So I think of the luminous footprints that bore The comfort o'er dark Galilee, And wait for the signal to go to the shore, To the ship that is waiting for me.
  • Bret Harte, The Two Ships. (See also Alfred Tennyson, Crossing the Bar, Whitman)

• On a lone barren isle, where the wild roaring billows Assail the stern rock, and the loud tempests rave, The hero lies still, while the dew-drooping willows, Like fond weeping mourners, lean over his grave. The lightnings may flash and the loud thunders rattle; He heeds not, he hears not; he's free from all pain. He sleeps his last sleep, he has fought his last battle; No sound can awake him to glory again!
  • Attributed to Lyman Heath, The Grave of Bonaparte.

• Death rides on every passing breeze, He lurks in every flower.
  • Bishop Heber, At a Funeral, Stanza 3.

• Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set—but all. Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death.
  • Felicia Hemans, Hour of Death.

• "Passing away" is written on the world and all the world contains.
  • Felicia Hemans, Passing Away.

• What is Death But Life in act? How should the Unteeming Grave Be victor over thee, Mother, a mother of men?
  • W. E. Henley, Echoes, XLVI. Matri Dilectissimæ.

• So be my passing. My task accomplished and the long day done, My wages taken, and in my heart Some late lark singing, Let me be gathered to the quiet west, The sundown splendid and serene, Death.
  • W. E. Henley, Margaritæ Sorori.

• So many are the deaths we die Before we can be dead indeed.
  • W. E. Henley, Rhymes and Rhythms, XV.

• Into the everlasting lull, The immortal, incommunicable dream.
  • W. E. Henley, Rhymes and Rhythms, XVI.

• Not lost, but gone before.
  • Matthew Henry, Commentaries, Matthew II. Title of a song published in Smith's Edinburgh Harmony, 1829.

• They are not amissi, but præmissi; Not lost but gone before.
  • Philip Henry, as quoted by Matthew Henry in his Life of Philip Henry.

• Præmissi non amissi.
  • Inscription on a tombstone in Stallingborough Church, Lincolnshire, England. (1612).

• Not lost but gone before.
  • Epitaph of Mary Angell in St. Dunstan's Church, Stephney, England. (1693).

• Those that God loves, do not live long.
  • George Herbert, Jacula Prudentum (1651).

• I know thou art gone to the home of thy rest— Then why should my soul be so sad? I know thou art gone where the weary are blest, And the mourner looks up, and is glad; I know thou hast drank of the Lethe that flows In a land where they do not forget, That sheds over memory only repose, And takes from it only regret.
  • Thomas Kibble Hervey, I Know Thou Art Gone.

• And death makes equal the high and low.
  • John Heywood, Be Merry Friends.

• (Mors, mortis morti mortem nisi morte dedisset [dedisses].)

  Death when to death a death by death hath given Then shall be op't the long shut gates of heaven.

  • Thomas Heywoode, Nine Bookes of various History concerning Women, Book II, of the Sybells.

• Now I am about to take my last voyage, a great leap in the dark.
  • Thomas Hobbes. His reported last words. Hence "Hobbes' voyage," expression used by Vanbrugh in The Provoked Wife, Act V, scene 6.

• The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has pressed In their bloom; And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
  • Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr., The Last Leaf.

• Behold—not him we knew! This was the prison which his soul looked through.
  • Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr., The Last Look.

• And they die An equal death,—the idler and the man Of mighty deeds.
  • Homer, The Iliad, Book IX, line 396. Bryant's translation.

• He slept an iron sleep,— Slain fighting for his country.
  • Homer, The Iliad, Book XI, line 285. Bryant's translation.

• One more unfortunate Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death!
  • Thomas Hood, Bridge of Sighs.

• We watch'd her breathing thro' the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died.
  • Thomas Hood, The Death-bed.

• Pallida mors æquo pulsat pede pauperum tabernas Regumque turres.

  Pale death, with impartial step, knocks at the hut of the poor and the towers of kings.

  • Horace, Carmina, I. 4. 13.

• Omnes una manet nox, Et calcanda semel via leti.

  One night is awaiting us all, and the way of death must be trodden once.

  • Horace, Carmina, I. 28. 15.

• Omnes eodem cogimur; omnium Versatur urna serius, ocius Sors exitura.

  We are all compelled to take the same road; from the urn of death, shaken for all, sooner or later the lot must come forth.

  • Horace, Carmina, II. 3. 25.

• Omne capax movet urna nomen.

  In the capacious urn of death, every name is shaken.

  • Horace, Carmina, III. 1. 16.

• Cita mors ruit.

  Swift death rushes upon us.

  • Horace, adapted from Satire 1. 8.

• We all do fade as a leaf.
  • Isaiah. LXIV. 6.

• The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord.
  • Job. I. 21.

• He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
  • Job, VII. 10.

• The land of darkness and the shadow of death.
  • Job. X. 21.

• Then with no fiery throbbing pain, No cold gradations of decay, Death broke at once the vital chain, And freed his soul the nearest way.
  • Samuel Johnson, Verses on the Death of Mr. Robert Levet, Stanza 9. ("No fiery throbs of pain" in first edition).

• Thou art but gone before, Whither the world must follow.
  • Ben Jonson, Epitaph on Sir John Roe, in Dodd's Epigrammatists, p. 190.

• Mors sola fatetur Quantula sint hominum corpuscula. Death alone discloses how insignificant are the puny bodies of men.
  • Juvenal, Satires, X. 172.

• Trust to a plank, draw precarious breath, At most seven inches from the jaws of death.
  • Juvenal, Satires, XII. 57. Gifford's translation.

• Nemo impetrare potest a papa bullam nunquam moriendi.

  No one can obtain from the Pope a dispensation for never dying.

  • Thomas à Kempis.

• Nay, why should I fear Death, Who gives us life, and in exchange takes breath?
  • Frederic L. Knowles, Laus Mortis.

• When I have folded up this tent And laid the soiled thing by, I shall go forth 'neath different stars, Under an unknown sky.
  • Frederic L. Knowles, The Last Word.

• Gone before To that unknown and silent shore.
  • Charles Lamb, Hester, Stanza 1.

• One destin'd period men in common have, The great, the base, the coward, and the brave, All food alike for worms, companions in the grave.
  • Lord Lansdowne, Meditation on Death.

• Neither the sun nor death can be looked at with a steady eye.
  • François de La Rochefoucauld, Maxims, 36.

• And, as she looked around, she saw how Death, the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.
  • Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie (1847), Part II. V.

• 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, Reaper and the Flowers. Compare Arnim and Brentano—Erntelied, in Des Knaben Wunderhorn. (Ed. 1857), Volume I, p. 59.

• 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, Resignation.

• 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, Resignation.

• Oh, what hadst thou to do with cruel Death, Who wast so full of life, or Death with thee, That thou shouldst die before thou hadst grown old!
  • Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Three Friends of Mine, Part II.

• 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, Two Angels, Stanza 9.

• J'avais cru plus difficile de mourir.

  I imagined it was more difficult to die.

  • Louis XIV, To Madame de Maintenon. See Martin, History of France, XIV, Book XCI.

• But life is sweet, though all that makes it sweet Lessen like sound of friends' departing feet; And Death is beautiful as feet of friend Coming with welcome at our journey's end.
  • James Russell Lowell, An Epistle to George William Curtis.

• Victorosque dei celant, ut vivere durent felix esse mori.

  Translation: The gods conceal from those destined to live how sweet it is to die, that they may continue living.

  • Marcus Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia, IV. 519.

• Libera Fortunæ mors est; capit omnia tellus Quæ genuit.

  Death is free from the restraint of Fortune; the earth takes everything which it has brought forth.

  • Marcus Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia, VII. 818.

• Pavido fortique cadendum est.

  The coward and the courageous alike must die.

  • Marcus Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia, IX. 582.

• E mediis Orci faucibus ad hunc evasi modum.

  From the very jaws of death I have escaped to this condition.

  • Lucretius, App. Met, VII, p. 191.

• Adde repertores doctrinarum atque leporum; Adde Heliconiadum comites; quorum unus Homerus Sceptra potitus, eadem aliis sopitu quiete est.

  Nay, the greatest wits and poets, too, cease to live; Homer, their prince, sleeps now in the same forgotten sleep as do the others.

  • Lucretius, De Rerum Natura, III. 1,049.

• The axe is laid unto the root of the trees.
  • Luke, III. 9.

• To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late, And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his gods?
  • Thomas Babington Macaulay, 1st Baron Macaulay, Lays of Ancient Rome, Horatius, XXVII.

• There is no such thing as death. In nature nothing dies. From each sad remnant of decay Some forms of life arise.
  • Charles Mackay, There is No Such Thing as Death.

• All our knowledge merely helps us to die a more painful death than the animals that know nothing.
  • Manilius. Joyzelle, Act I.

• Nascentes morimur, finiaque ab origine pendet.

  We begin to die as soon as we are born, and the end is linked to the beginning.

  • Manilius, Astronomica, IV. 16.

• I want to meet my God awake.
  • Maria-Theresa, who refused to take a drug when dying, according to Thomas Carlyle.

• Hic rogo non furor est ne moriare mori?

  This I ask, is it not madness to kill thyself in order to escape death?

  • Martial, Epigrams (c. 80-104 AD), II. 80. 2.

• When the last sea is sailed and the last shallow charted, When the last field is reaped and the last harvest stored, When the last fire is out and the last guest departed Grant the last prayer that I shall pray, Be good to me, O Lord.
  • John Masefield, D'Avalos' Prayer.

• When Life knocks at the door no one can wait, When Death makes his arrest we have to go.
  • Masefield, Widow in the Bye Street, Part II.

• She thought our good-night kiss was given, And like a lily her life did close; Angels uncurtain'd that repose, And the next waking dawn'd in heaven.
  • Gerald Massey, The Ballad of Babe Christabel.

• Death hath a thousand doors to let out life. I shall find one.
  • Philip Massinger, A Very Woman, Act V, scene 4.

• He whom the gods love dies young.
  • Menander, Dis Exapaton. Same in Dionysius, Ars Rhetorica, Volume V, p. 364. Reiske's Ed.

• There's nothing certain in man's life but this: That he must lose it.
  • Owen Meredith (Lord Lytton), Clytemnestra, Part XX.

• If I should die to-night, My friends would look upon my quiet face Before they laid it in its resting-place, And deem that death had left it almost fair.
  • Robert C. V. Meyers, If I should Die Tonight. See 100 Choice Selections, No. 27, p. 172.

• Aujourd'hui si la mort n' existait pas, il faudrait l'inventer.

  Today if death did not exist, it would be necessary to invent it.

  • Millaud, when voting for the death of Louis XVI. Otto von Bismarck used same expression to Chevalier Nigra, referring to Italy.

• Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.
  • Joaquin Miller, Even So, Stanza 35.

• O fairest flower; no sooner blown but blasted, Soft, silken primrose fading timelessly.
  • John Milton, Ode on the Death of a Fair Infant Dying of a Cough.

• Nous sommes tous mortels, et chacun est pour soi.

  We are all mortal, and each one is for himself.

  • Molière, L'École des Femmes, II, 6.

• On n'a point pour la mort de dispense de Rome.

  Rome can give no dispensation from death.

  • Molière, L'Etourdi, II, 4.

• La mort (dict on) nous acquitte de toutes nos obligations.

  Death, they say, acquits us of all obligations.

  • Michel de Montaigne, Essays, Book I, Chapter 7. La mort est la recepte a touts maulx. Montaigne—Essays, Book II, Chapter III.

• There's nothing terrible in death; 'Tis but to cast our robes away, And sleep at night, without a breath To break repose till dawn of day.
  • James Montgomery, In Memory of E. G.

• Weep not for those whom the veil of the tomb In life's happy morning hath hid from our eyes, Ere sin threw a blight o'er the spirit's young bloom Or earth had profaned what was born for the skies.
  • Thomas Moore, Song, Weep not for Those.

• How short is human life! the very breath Which frames my words accelerates my death.
  • Hannah More, King Hezekiah.

• Be happy while y'er leevin, For y'er a lang time deid.
  • Scotch Motto for a house, in Notes and Queries, (December 7, 1901), p. 469. Expression used by Bill Nye.

• At end of Love, at end of Life, At end of Hope, at end of Strife, At end of all we cling to so— The sun is setting—must we go? At dawn of Love, at dawn of Life, At dawn of Peace that follows Strife, At dawn of all we long for so— The sun is rising—let us go.
  • Louise Chandler Moulton, At End.

• There is rust upon locks and hinges, And mould and blight on the walls, And silence faints in the chambers, And darkness waits in the halls.
  • Louise Chandler Moulton, House of Death.

• Two hands upon the breast, And labor's done; Two pale feet cross'd in rest, The race is won.
  • Dinah Craik, Now and Afterwards.

• Xerxes the great did die; And so must you and I.
  • New England Primer (1814).

• And die with decency.
  • Thomas Otway, Venice Preserved, Act V, scene 3.

• Tendimus huc omnes; metam properamus ad unam. Omnia sub leges mors vocat atra suas.

  We are all bound thither; we are hastening to the same common goal. Black death calls all things under the sway of its laws.

  • Ovid, Ad Liviam, 359.

• Stulte, quid est somnus, gelidæ nisi mortis imago? Longa quiescendi tempora fata dabunt.

  Thou fool, what is sleep but the image of death? Fate will give an eternal rest.

  • Ovid, Amorum (16 BC), II. 9. 41.

• Ultima semper Expectanda dies homini est, dicique beatus Ante obitum nemo et suprema funera debet.

  Man should ever look to his last day, and no one should be called happy before his funeral.

  • Ovid, Metamorphoses, III. 135.

• Nec mihi mors gravis est posituro morte dolores.

  Death is not grievous to me, for I shall lay aside my pains by death.

  • Ovid, Metamorphoses, III. 471.

• Quocunque adspicias, nihil est nisi mortis imago.

  Wherever you look there is nothing but the image of death.

  • Ovid, Tristium, I. 2. 23.

• Death's but a path that must be trod, If man would ever pass to God.
  • Thomas Parnell, Night-Piece on Death, line 67.

• Death comes to all. His cold and sapless hand Waves o'er the world, and beckons us away. Who shall resist the summons?
  • Thomas Love Peacock, Time.

• O lady, he is dead and gone! Lady, he's dead and gone! And at his head a green grass turfe, And at his heels a stone.
  • Thomas Percy, Reliques. The Friar of Orders Gray.

• For death betimes is comfort, not dismay, And who can rightly die needs no delay.
  • Petrarch, To Laura in Death. Canzone V, Stanza 6.

• Nam vita morti propior est quotidie.

  For life is nearer every day to death.

  • Phaedrus, Fables, Book IV. 25. 10.

• Quem dii diligunt, Adolescens moritur, dum valet, sentit, sapit.

  He whom the gods love dies young, whilst he is full of health, perception, and judgment.

  • Plautus, Bacchides, Act IV. 7. 18.

• Omnibus a suprema die eadem, quæ ante primum; nec magis a morte sensus ullus aut corpori aut animæ quam ante natalem.

  His last day places man in the same state as he was before he was born; nor after death has the body or soul any more feeling than they had before birth.

  • Pliny the Elder, Historia Naturalis, LVI. 1.

• De mortuis nil nisi bonum.

  Concerning the dead nothing but good shall be spoken.

  • Plutarch, Life of Solon. Given as a saying of Solon. Attributed also to Chilo.

• Come! let the burial rite be read— The funeral song be sung!— An anthem for the queenliest dead That ever died so young— A dirge for her, the doubly dead In that she died so young.
  • Edgar Allen Poe, Lenore, Stanza 1.

• Out—out are the lights—out all! And, over each quivering form, The curtain, a funeral pall, Comes down with the rush of a storm, And the angels, all pallid and wan, Uprising, unveiling, affirm That the play is the tragedy, "Man," And its hero the Conqueror Worm.
  • Edgar Allen Poe, The Conqueror Worm, Stanza 5.

• Tell me, my soul! can this be death?
  • Alexander Pope, The Dying Christian to His Soul. Pope attributes his inspiration to Hadrian and to a Fragment of Sappho. See Croly's ed. of Pope. (1835). Thomas Flatman—Thoughts on Death, a similar paraphrase, pub. 1674, before Pope was born.

• The world recedes; it disappears; Heav'n opens on my eyes; my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
  • Alexander Pope, The Dying Christian to His Soul.

• Vital spark of heavenly flame! Quit, oh quit this mortal frame.
  • Alexander Pope, The Dying Christian to His Soul.

• By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd, By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, By strangers honour'd, and by strangers mourn'd.
  • Alexander Pope, Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady, line 51.

• A heap of dust remains of thee; 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
  • Alexander Pope, Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady, line 73.

• Teach him how to live, And, oh! still harder lesson! how to die.
  • Beilby Porteus, Death, line 316.

• Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep.
  • Proverbs, VI. 10; XXIV. 33.

• I have said ye are gods … But ye shall die like men.
  • Psalms. LXXXII. 6. 7.

• Death aims with fouler spite At fairer marks.
  • Francis Quarles, Divine Poems (Ed. 1669).

• It is the lot of man but once to die.
  • Francis Quarles, Emblems, Book V, Emblam 7.

• Je m'en vais chercher un grand peut-être; tirez le rideau, la farce est jouée.

  I am going to seek a great perhaps; draw the curtain, the farce is played.

  • Attributed to Rabelais by tradition. From Motteux's Life of Rabelais. Quoted: "I am about to leap into the dark"; also Notice sur Rabelais in Œuvres de F. Rabelais. Paris, 1837.

• Et l'avare Achéron ne lâche pas sa proie.

  And greedy Acheron does not relinquish its prey.

  • Jean Racine, Phèdre, Act II, scene 5.

• O eloquent, just, and mighty Death! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised: thou hast drawn together all the far stretchèd greatness, all the pride, cruelty and ambition of man, and covered it all over with those two narrow words, Hic jacet!
  • Sir Walter Raleigh, Historie of the World, Book V, Part I, Chapter VI.

• Hushed in the alabaster arms of Death, Our young Marcellus sleeps.
  • James R. Randall, John Pelham.

• Fort	Very
  Belle,	Fair,	Elle	She
  Dort.	Sleeps.
  Sort	Frame
  Frele,	Frail,	Quelle	What a
  Mort!	Death!
  Rose	Rose
  Close,	Close,	La	The
  Brise	Breeze
  L'a	Her
  Seized.

  • Comte de Resseguier.

• Der lange Schlaf des Todes schliesst unsere Narben zu, und der kutze des Lebens unsere Wunden.

  The long sleep of death closes our scars, and the short sleep of life our wounds.

  • Jean Paul Richter, Hesperus, XX.

• Those that he loved so long and sees no more, Loved and still loves—not dead, but gone before, He gathers round him.
  • Samuel Rogers, Human Life, line 739.

• Sleep that no pain shall wake, Night that no morn shall break, Till joy shall overtake Her perfect peace.
  • Christina G. Rossetti, Dream-Land, Stanza 4.

• There is no music more for him: His lights are out, his feast is done; His bowl that sparkled to the brim Is drained, is broken, cannot hold.
  • Christina G. Rossetti, Peal of Bells.

• When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, No shady cypress tree.
  • Christina G. Rossetti, Song.

• Je m'em vais voir le soleil pour la dernière fois.

  I go to see the sun for the last time.

  • Rousseau's last words.

• Death is the privilege of human nature, And life without it were not worth our taking: Thither the poor, the pris'ner, and the mourner Fly for relief, and lay their burthens down.
  • Nicholas Rowe, The Fair Penitent (1703), Act V, scene 1, line 138.

• Oh, stanch thy bootlesse teares, thy weeping is in vain; I am not lost, for we in heaven shall one day meet againe.
  • Raxburghe Ballads. The Bride's Buriall. Edited by Charles Hindley.

• Out of the chill and the shadow, Into the thrill and the shine; Out of the dearth and the famine, Into the fulness divine.
  • Margaret E. Sangster, Going Home.

• Day's lustrous eyes grow heavy in sweet death.
  • Friedrich Schiller, Assignation, Stanza 4. Lord Lytton's translation.

• Und setzet ihr nicht das Leben ein, Nie wird euch das Leben gewonnen sein.

  If you do not dare to die you will never win life.

  • Friedrich Schiller, Wallenstein's Lager, XI. Chorus.

• Gut' Nacht, Gordon. Ich denke einen langen Schlaf zu thun.

  Good night, Gordon. I am thinking of taking a long sleep.

  • Friedrich Schiller, Wallenstein's Tod, V. 5. 85.

• Haste thee, haste thee, to be gone! Earth flits fast and time draws on: Gasp thy gasp, and groan thy groan! Day is near the breaking.
  • Walter Scott, Death Chant.

• Soon the shroud shall lap thee fast, And the sleep be on thee cast That shall ne'er know waking.
  • Walter Scott, Guy Mannering, Chapter XXVII.

• Like the dew on the mountain, Like the foam on the river, Like the bubble on the fountain, Thou art gone, and for ever!
  • Walter Scott, Lady of the Lake (1810), Canto III, Stanza 16.

• I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade.
  • Alan Seeger, I Have a Rendezvous with Death.

• So die as though your funeral Ushered you through the doors that led Into a stately banquet hall Where heroes banqueted.
  • Alan Seeger, Maktoob.

• Quid est enim novi, hominem mori, cujus tota vita nihil aliud quam ad mortem iter est?

  What new thing then is it for a man to die, whose whole life is nothing else but a journey to death?

  • Seneca, De Consol. ad Polyb. 30.

• Ultimum malorum est ex vivorum numero exire antequam moriaris.

  It is an extreme evil to depart from the company of the living before you die.

  • Seneca, De Tranquilitate. Animi. 2.

• Vivere nolunt, et mori nesciunt.

  They will not live, and do not know how to die.

  • Seneca, Epistles, IV.

• Non amittuntur sed præmittuntur.

  They are not lost but sent before.

  • Seneca, Epistles, LXIII. 16. Early sources in Cyprian—De Mortalitate. S, XX.

• Stultitia est timore mortis mori.

  It is folly to die of the fear of death.

  • Seneca, Epistles, LXIX.

• Incertum est quo te loco mors expectet: itaque tu illam omni loco expecta.

  It is uncertain in what place death may await thee; therefore expect it in any place.

  • Seneca, Epistolæ Ad Lucilium, XXVI.

• Dies iste, quem tamquam extremum reformidas, æterni natalis est.

  This day, which thou fearest as thy last, is the birthday of eternity.

  • Seneca, Epistolæ Ad Lucilium, CII.

• Interim pœna est mori, Sed sæpe donum; pluribus veniæ fuit.

  Sometimes death is a punishment; often a gift; it has been a favor to many.

  • Seneca, Hercules Oetæus, CMXXX.

• Eripere vitam nemo non homini potest; At nemo mortem; mille ad hanc aditus patent.

  Any one may take life from man, but no one death; a thousand gates stand open to it.

  • Seneca, Phœnissæ, CLII.

• Optanda mors est, sine metu mortis mori.

  To die without fear of death is to be desired.

  • Seneca, Troades, DCCCLXIX.

• Death's pale flag advanced in his cheeks.
  • Seven Champions, Part III, Chapter XI.

• The babe is at peace within the womb, The corpse is at rest within the tomb. We begin in what we end.
  • Percy Bysshe Shelley, Fragments. Same idea in Thomas Browne, Hydriotaphia, p. 221. (St. John's ed).

• First our pleasures die—and then Our hopes, and then our fears—and when These are dead, the debt is due, Dust claims dust—and we die too.
  • Percy Bysshe Shelley, Death (1820).

• All buildings are but monuments of death, All clothes but winding-sheets for our last knell, All dainty fattings for the worms beneath, All curious music but our passing bell: Thus death is nobly waited on, for why? All that we have is but death's livery.
  • James Shirley.

• Death calls ye to the crowd of common men.
  • James Shirley, Cupid and Death.

• The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate, Death lays his icy hand on kings. Scepter and crown Must tumble down, And, in the dust, be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
  • James Shirley, Contention of Ajax and Ulysses, scene 3. ("Birth and State" in Percy's Reliques. These lines are said to have terrified Cromwell).

• He that on his pillow lies, Fear-embalmed before he dies Carries, like a sheep, his life, To meet the sacrificer's knife, And for eternity is prest, Sad bell-wether to the rest.
  • James Shirley, The Passing Bell.

• La mort sans phrase.

  Death without phrases.

  • Emmanuel-Joseph Sieyès, voting for the death of Louis XVI. (Denied by him). He no doubt voted "La mort"; "sans phrase" being a note on the laconic nature of his vote, i.e. without remarks. The voting usually included explanations of the decision.

• Yet 'twill only be a sleep: When, with songs and dewy light, Morning blossoms out of Night, She will open her blue eyes 'Neath the palms of Paradise, While we foolish ones shall weep.
  • Edward Rowland Sill, Sleeping.

• We count it death to falter, not to die.
  • Simonides, Jacobs I, 63, 20.

• To our graves we walk In the thick footprints of departed men.
  • Alexander Smith, Horton, line 570.

• Death! to the happy thou art terrible; But how the wretched love to think of thee, O thou true comforter! the friend of all Who have no friend beside!
  • Robert Southey, Joan of Arc, Book I, line 318.

• Ave Cæsar, morituri te salutant (or Ave Imperator, te salutamus).

  Hail Cæsar, we who are about to die salute you (or Hail Emperor, we salute you).

  • Suetonius, Tiberius Claudius Drusus, XXI. 13. See Note by Samuelis Pitissus, Suetonius—Opera, Volume I, p. 678. (1714). The salutation of the gladiators on entering the arena. Morituri te salutant. Quoted by an American officer as he saluted the Statue of Liberty on leaving New York for his place in the Great War.

• Death, if thou wilt, fain would I plead with thee: Canst thou not spare, of all our hopes have built, One shelter where our spirits fain would be Death, if thou wilt?
  • Algernon Charles Swinburne, A Dialogue, Stanza 1.

• For thee, O now a silent soul, my brother, Take at my hands this garland and farewell. Thin is the leaf, and chill the wintry smell, And chill the solemn earth, a fatal mother.
  • Algernon Charles Swinburne, Ave Atque Vale, Stanza 18.

• And hands that wist not though they dug a grave, Undid the hasps of gold, and drank, and gave, And he drank after, a deep glad kingly draught: And all their life changed in them, for they quaffed Death; if it be death so to drink, and fare As men who change and are what these twain were.
  • Algernon Charles Swinburne, Tristram of Lyonesse, The Sailing of the Swallow, line 789.

• Honesta mors turpi vita potior.

  An honorable death is better than a dishonorable life.

  • Tacitus, Agricola, XXXIII.

• Trust not your own powers till the day of your death.
  • Talmud, Aboth. 2.

• Death is not rare, alas! nor burials few, And soon the grassy coverlet of God Spreads equal green above their ashes pale.
  • Bayard Taylor, The Picture of St. John, Book III, Stanza 84.

• He that would die well must always look for death, every day knocking at the gates of the grave; and then the gates of the grave shall never prevail upon him to do him mischief.
  • Jeremy Taylor, Holy Dying, Chapter II, Part I.

• But O! for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!
  • Alfred Tennyson, Break, Break, Break.

• Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea.
  • Alfred Tennyson, Crossing the Bar.

• Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell When I embark.
  • Alfred Tennyson, Crossing the Bar.

• For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar.
  • Alfred Tennyson, Crossing the Bar.

• The night comes on that knows not morn, When I shall cease to be all alone, To live forgotten, and love forlorn.
  • Alfred Tennyson, Mariana in the South. Last stanza.

• Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly long'd for death.
  • Alfred Tennyson, The Two Voices (1832; 1842), Stanza 132.

• Dead men bite not.
  • Theodotus, when counselling the death of Pompey. See Plutarch, Life of Pompey.

• Et "Bene," discedens dicet, "placideque quiescas; Terraque securæ sit super ossa levis."

  And at departure he will say, "Mayest thou rest soundly and quietly, and may the light turf lie easy on thy bones."

  • Tibullus, Camina, II. 4. 49.

• I hear a voice you cannot hear, Which says, I must not stay; I see a hand you cannot see, Which beckons me away.
  • Thomas Tickell, Colin and Lucy.

• These taught us how to live; and (oh, too high The price for knowledge!) taught us how to die.
  • Thomas Tickell, On the Death of Mr. Addison, line 81.

• I believe if I should die, And you should kiss my eyelids where I lie Cold, dead, and dumb to all the world contains, The folded orbs would open at thy breath, And from its exile in the Isles of Death Life would come gladly back along my veins.
  • Mary Ashley Townsend, Love's Belief (Credo).

• Go thou, deceased, to this earth which is a mother, and spacious and kind. May her touch be soft like that of wool, or a young woman, and may she protect thee from the depths of destruction. Rise above him, O Earth, do not press painfully on him, give him good things, give him consolation, as a mother covers her child with her cloth, cover thou him.
  • Vedic Funeral Rite. Quoted in New York Times on the death of "Buffalo Bill."

• Venit summa dies et ineluctabile tempus.

  The supreme day has come and the inevitable hour.

  • Virgil, Æneid (29-19 BC), II. 324. Same in Lucan, VII. 197.

• Vixi, et quem dederat cursum fortuna, peregi: Et nunc magna mei sub terras currit imago.

  I have lived, and I have run the course which fortune allotted me; and now my shade shall descend illustrious to the grave.

  • Virgil, Æneid (29-19 BC), IV. 653.

• Irreameabilis unda.

  The wave from which there is no return [the river Styx].

  • Virgil, Æneid (29-19 BC), VI. 425.

• Usque adeone mori miserum est?

  Is it then so sad a thing to die?

  • Virgil, Æneid (29-19 BC), XII. 646.

• Decet imperatorem stantem mori.

  It becomes an emperor to die standing (i.e. "in harness").

  • Vespasian.

• C'est demain, ma belle amie, que je fais le saut perilleux.

  It is today, my dear, that I take a perilous leap.

  • Last words of Voltaire, quoting the words of King Henry to Gabrielle d'Estrées, when about to enter the Catholic Church.

• Le lâche fuit en vain; la mort vole à sa suite: C'est en la défiant que le brave l'évite.

  It is vain for the coward to flee; death follows close behind; it is only by defying it that the brave escape.

  • Voltaire, Le Triumvirat, IV. 7.

• But God, who is able to prevail, wrestled with him, as the angel did with Jacob, and marked him; marked him for his own.
  • Izaak Walton, Life of Donne.

• Softly his fainting head he lay Upon his Maker's breast; His Maker kiss'd his soul away, And laid his flesh to rest.
  • Isaac Watts, Death of Moses, in Lyrics.

• Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.
  • Isaac Watts, Funeral Thought.

• The tall, the wise, the reverend head, Must lie as low as ours.
  • Isaac Watts, Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Book II, Hymn 63.

• I know death hath ten thousand several doors For men to take their exits.
  • John Webster, Duchess of Malfi, Act IV, scene 2.

• I saw him now going the way of all flesh.
  • John Webster, Westward Ho! 2. 2.

• Like Moses to thyself convey, And kiss my raptur'd soul away.
  • Charles Wesley, Collection Hymn, 229. Folio 221.

• Joy, shipmate, joy (Pleas'd to my soul at death I cry,) Our life is closed, our life begins, The long, long anchorage we leave, The ship is clear at last, she leaps! Joy, shipmate, joy!
  • Walt Whitman, Joy, Shipmate, Joy.

• O, I see now that life cannot exhibit all to me, as day cannot, I see that I am to wait for what will be exhibited by death.
  • Walt Whitman, Night on the Prairies.

• Nothing can happen more beautiful than death.
  • Walt Whitman, Starting from Paumanok, No. 12.

• It is not the fear of death That damps my brow; It is not for another breath I ask thee now; I could die with a lip unstirred.
  • Nathaniel Parker Willis. Paraphrase of André's letter to Washington.

• How beautiful it is for a man to die Upon the walls of Zion! to be called Like a watch-worn and weary sentinel, To put his armour off, and rest in heaven!
  • Nathaniel Parker Willis, On the Death of a Missionary.

• For I know that Death is a guest divine, Who shall drink my blood as I drink this wine; And he cares for nothing! a king is he— Come on, old fellow, and drink with me! With you I will drink to the solemn past, Though the cup that I drain should be my last.
  • William Winter, Orgia, The Song of a Ruined Man.

• But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
  • Charles Wolfe, The Burial of Sir John Moore.

• If I had thought thou couldst have died I might not weep for thee; But I forgot, when by thy side, That thou couldst mortal be; It never through my mind had passed, That time would e'er be o'er When I on thee should look my last, And thou shouldst smile no more!
  • Charles Wolfe, Song, The Death of Mary.

• "But they are dead; those two are dead! Their spirits are in Heaven!" 'Twas throwing words away; for still The little Maid would have her will, And said, "Nay, we are seven!"
  • William Wordsworth, We Are Seven.

• He first deceased; she for a little tried To live without him, lik'd it not, and died.
  • Sir Henry Wotton, On the Death of Sir Albert Morton's Wife.

• Men drop so fast, ere life's mid stage we tread, Few know so many friends alive, as dead.
  • Edward Young, Love of Fame, line 97.

Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895)

Quotes reported in Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895).

• So fades a summer cloud away; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er; So gently shuts the eye of day; So dies a wave along the shore.
  • Anna Laetitia Barbauld, p. 176.

• When we come to die, we shall be alone. From all our worldly possessions we shall be about to part. Worldly friends — the friends drawn to us by our position, our wealth, or our social qualities, — will leave us as we enter the dark valley. From those bound to us by stronger ties — our kindred, our loved ones, children, brothers, sisters, and from those not less dear to us who have been made our friends because they and we are the friends of the same Saviour, — from them also we must part. Yet not all will leave us. There is One who "sticketh closer than a brother" — One who having loved His own which are in the world loves them to the end.
  • Albert Barnes, p. 176.

• What a power has Death to awe and hush the voices of this earth! How mute we stand when that presence confronts us, and we look upon the silence he has wrought in a human life! We can only gaze, and bow our heads, and creep with our broken, stammering utterances under the shelter of some great word which God has spoken, and in which we see through the history of human sorrow the outstretching and overshadowing of the eternal arms.
  • Walton W. Battershall, p. 174.

• To the Christian, these shades are the golden haze which heaven's light makes, when it meets the earth, and mingles with its shadows.
  • Henry Ward Beecher, p. 176.

• And when no longer we can see Thee, may we reach out our hands, and find Thee leading us through death to immortality and glory.
  • Henry Ward Beecher, p. 179.

• So we fall asleep in Jesus. We have played long enough at the games of life, and at last we feel the approach of death. We are tired out, and we lay our heads back on the bosom of Christ, and quietly fall asleep.
  • Henry Ward Beecher, p. 184.

• Dear brethren, our ship is sailing fast. We shall soon hear the rasping of the shallows, and the commotion overhead which bespeaks the port in view. When it comes to that, how will you feel? Are you a stranger, or a convict, or are you going home? Brethren, we are all sailing home; and by and by, when we are not thinking of it, some shadowy thing (men call it death), at midnight, will pass by, and will call us by name, and will say, "I have a message for you from home; God wants you; heaven waits for you."
  • Henry Ward Beecher, p. 185.

• How shocking must thy summons be, O Death! To him that is at ease in his possessions! Who, counting on long years of pleasure here, Is quite unfurnished for the world to come. In that dread moment, how the frantic soul Raves round the walls of her clay tenement; Runs to each avenue, and shrieks for help; But shrieks in vain.
  • Hugh Blair, p. 175.

• When I lived, I provided for every thing but death; now I must die, and am unprepared.
  • Caesar Borgia, p. 176.

• O Earth, so full of dreary noises! O men, with wailing in your voices! O delved gold, the waller's heap! O strife, O curse, that o'er it fall! God makes a silence through you all, And "giveth His beloved, sleep."
  • Mrs. Browning, p. 183.

• Dying visions of angels and Christ and God and heaven are confined to credibly good men. Why do not bad men have such visions? They die of all sorts of diseases; they have nervous temperaments; they even have creeds and hopes about the future which they cling to with very great tenacity; why do not they rejoice in some such glorious illusions when they go out of the world?
  • Enoch Fitch Burr, p. 182.

• This character wherewith we sink into the grave at death is the very character wherewith we shall reappear at the resurrection.
  • Thomas Chalmers, p. 180.

• Death, to a good man is but passing through a dark entry, out of one little dusky room of his Father's house into another that is fair and large, lightsome and glorious, and divinely entertaining.
  • Adam Clarke, p. 178.

• How well he fell asleep! Like some proud river, widening toward the sea; Calmly and grandly, silently and deep, Life joined eternity.
  • Samuel Taylor Coleridge, p. 183.

• Death is like thunder in two particulars; we are alarmed at the sound of it; and it is formidable only from that which preceded it.
  • Charles Caleb Colton, p. 180.

• The most heaven-like spots I have ever visited, have been certain rooms in which Christ's disciples were awaiting the summons of death. So far from being a "house of mourning," I have often found such a house to be a vestibule of glory.
  • Theodore L. Cuyler, p. 183.

• Beloved in the Lord, if you only will lay hold of the Saviour's strength, and cast yourself entirely on His kind arms, with His dying grace He will do wonders for you in the dying hour. A great trembling may come upon you when you think of going down to tread the verge of Jordan: "for ye have not passed this way heretofore." But Jesus has; and you shall see His footprints on the shore. He will be your guide unto death, and through death.
  • Alexander Dickson, p. 183.

• Soon for me the light of day Shall forever pass away; Then from sin and sorrow free, Take me, Lord, to dwell with Thee.
  • William Croswell Doane, p. 177.

• He that always waits upon God is ready whenever He calls. Neglect not to set your accounts even; he is a happy man who to lives as that death at all times may find him at leisure to die.
  • Owen Feltham, p. 180.

• I am not in the least surprised that your impression of death becomes more lively, in proportion as age and infirmity bring it nearer. God makes use of this rough trial to undeceive us in respect to our courage, to make us feel our weakness, and to keep us in all humility in His hands.
  • François Fénelon, p. 185.

• "Paid the debt of nature." No; it is not paying a debt; it is rather like bringing a note to the bank to obtain solid gold for it. In this case you bring this cumbrous body which is nothing worth, and which you could not wish to retain long; you lay it down, and receive for it from the eternal treasures — liberty, victory, knowledge, rapture.
  • John Foster, p. 179.

• Life's race well run, Life's work well done, Life's crown well won, Now comes rest.
  • Epitaph of President Garfield, p. 177.

• We shall be in the midst of some great work, when the tools shall drop from our relaxing fingers, and we shall work no more; we shall be planning some mighty project — house, business, society, book — when in one shattering moment all our thoughts shall perish. Life shall seem strong in us when we shall find that it is done. Oh, how happy they to whom all that remains is immortality; happy you who have that confidence in the Saviour, that, although nature start at the sudden midnight cry, "The Bridegroom cometh!" faith shall answer, the moment that we remember who He is, "Even so, come, Lord Jesus!"
  • James Hamilton, p. 175.

• All life is surrounded by a great circumference of death; but to the believer in Jesus, beyond this surrounding death is a boundless sphere of life. He has only to die once to be done with death forever.
  • James Hamilton, p. 177.

• Seek such union to the Son of God, as, leaving no present death within, shall make the second death impossible, and shall leave in all your future only that shadow of death which men call dissolution, and which the gospel calls sleeping in Jesus.
  • James Hamilton, p. 181.

• "Come and see how a Christian can die," said the dying sage to his pupil; how would it do to say, "Come and see how an infidel can die?" How would it have done for Voltaire to say this, who, in his panic at the prospect of eternity, offered his physician half his fortune for six weeks more of life?
  • James Hamilton, p. 182.

• And now, with busy, but noiseless process, the Comforter is giving the last finish to the sanctifying work, and making the heir of glory meet for home, till, at a signal given, the portal opens, and even the numb body feels the burst of blessedness as the rigid features smile and say, "I see Jesus," then leave tne vision pictured on the pale but placid brow.
  • James Hamilton, p. 183.

• When at last the angels come to convey your departing spirit to Abraham's bosom, depend upon it, however dazzling in their newness they may be to you, you will find that your history is no novelty, and you yourself no stranger to them.
  • James Hamilton, p. 185.

• Earth has one angel less, and heaven one more since yesterday. Already, kneeling at the throne, she has received her welcome, and is resting on the bosom of her Saviour.
  • Nathaniel Hawthorne, p. 183.

• Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death! —
  • Felicia Hemans, p. 176.

• And when, in the evening of life, the golden clouds rest sweetly and invitingly upon the golden mountains, and the light of heaven streams down through the gathering mists of death, I wish you a peaceful and abundant entrance into that world of blessedness, where the great riddle of life will be unfolded to you in the quick consciousness of a soul redeemed and purified.
  • Josiah Gilbert Holland, p. 185.

• When darkness gathers over all. And the last tottering pillars fall, Take the poor dust Thy mercy warms. And mould it into heavenly forms.
  • Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr., p. 179.

• My friend, there will come one day to you a Messenger, whom you cannot treat with contempt. He will say, "Come with me;" and all your pleas of business cares and earthly loves will be of no avail. When his cold hand touches yours, the key of the counting-room will drop forever, and he will lead you away from all your investments, your speculations, your bank-notes and real estate, and with him you will pass into eternity, up to the bar of God. You will not be too busy to die.
  • Abbott Eliot Kittredge, p. 174.

• What is our death but a night's sleep? For as through sleep all weariness and faintness pass away and cease, and the powers of the spirit come back again, so that in the morning we arise fresh and strong and joyous; so at the Last Day we shall rise again as if we had only slept a night, and shall be fresh and strong.
  • Martin Luther, p. 178.

• "God giveth His beloved sleep;" and in that peaceful sleep, realities, not dreams, come round their quiet rest, and fill their conscious spirits and their happy hearts with blessedness and fellowship. In His own time He will make the eternal morning dawn, and the hand that kept them in their slumbers shall touch them into waking, and shall clothe them when they arise according to the body of His own glory; and they, looking into His face, and flashing back its love, its light, its beauty, shall each break forth into singing as the rising light of that unsetting day touches their transfigured and immortal heads, in the triumphant thanksgiving, "I am satisfied, for I awake in Thy likeness."
  • Alexander Maclaren, p. 178.

• If life has not made youby God's grace, through faith, holy — think you, will death, without faith do it? The cold waters of that narrow stream are no purifying bath in which you may wash and be clean. No! no! as you go down into them, you will come up from them.
  • Alexander Maclaren, p. 180.

• O that we may all be living in such a state of preparedness, that, when summoned to depart, we may ascend the summit whence faith looks forth on all that Jesus hath suffered and done, and exclaiming, " We have waited for Thy salvation, O Lord," lie down with Moses on Pisgah, to awake with Moses in paradise.
  • Henry Melvill, p. 181.

• No man who is fit to live need tear to die. Poor, timorous, faithless souls that we are! How we shall smile at our vain alarms when the worst has happened! To us here, death is the most terrible thing we know. But when we have tasted its reality, it will mean to us birth, deliverance, a new creation of ourselves. It will be what health is to the sick man. It will be what home is to the exile. It will be what the loved one given - back is to the bereaved. As we draw near to it, a solemn gladness should fill our hearts. It is God's great morning lighting up the sky. Our fears are the terror of children in the night. The night with its terrors, its darkness, its feverish dreams, is passing away; and when we awake, it will be into the sunlight of God.
  • George S. Merriam, p. 181.

• Death cannot come To him untimely who is fit to die; The less of this cold world, the more of heaven; The briefer life, the earlier immortality.
  • Henry Hart Milman, p. 180.

• Thus star by star declines Till all are passed away, As morning high and higher shines To pure and perfect day: Nor sink those stars in empty night; They hide themselves in heaven's pure light.
  • James Montgomery, p. 177.

• Yes, death, — the hourly possibility of it, — death is the sublimity of life.
  • William Mountford, p. 177.

• Reflect on death as in Jesus Christ, not as without Jesus Christ. Without Jesus Christ it is dreadful, it is alarming, it is the terror of nature. In Jesus Christ it is fair and lovely, it is good and holy, it is the joy of saints.
  • Blaise Pascal, p. 176.

• Look forward a little further to the period when all the noise and tumult and business of this world shall have closed forever.
  • John Gregory Pike, p. 174.

• O eloquent, just, and mighty Death! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised; thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of men, and covered them all over with these two narrow words, "Hie jacet."
  • Walter Raleigh, p. 174.

• However dreary we may have felt life to be here, yet when that hour comes — the winding up of all things, the last grand rush of darkness on our spirits, the hour of that awful sudden wrench from all we have ever known or loved, the long farewell to sun, moon, stars, and light — brother man, I ask you this day, and I ask myself humbly and fearfully, "What will then be finished? When it is finished, what will it be? Will it be the butterfly existence of pleasure, the mere life of science, a life of uninterrupted sin and self-gratification, or will it be, 'Father, I have finished the work which Thou gavest me to do?'"
  • Frederick William Robertson, p. 175.

• Every day His servants are dying modestly and peacefully — not a word of victory on their lips; but Christ's deep triumph in their hearts — watching the slow progress of their own decay, and yet so far emancipated from personal anxiety that they are still able to think and plan for others, not knowing that they are doing any great thing. They die, and the world hears nothing of them; and yet theirs was the completest victory. They came to the battle field, the field to which they had been looking forward all their lives, and the enemy was not to be found. There was no foe to fight with.
  • Frederick William Robertson, p. 182.

• Death is a stage in human progress, to be passed as we would pass from childhood to youth, or from youth to manhood, and with the same consciousness of an everlasting nature.
  • Edmund Sears, p. 177.

• Tarry with me, O my Saviour! Lay my head upon Thy breast, Till the morning; then awake me — Morning of eternal rest.
  • Caroline S. Smith, p. 181.

• Death is the waiting-room where we robe ourselves for immortality.
  • , p. 180.

• Love masters agony; the soul that seemed Forsaken feels her present God again And in her Father's arms Contented dies away.
  • John Keble, p. 182.

• Dead is she? No; rather let us call ourselves dead, who tire so soon in the service of the Master whom she has gone to serve forever.
  • W. S. Smart, p. 184.

• I do not know why a man should be either regretful or afraid, as he watches the hungry sea eating away this "bank and shoal of time" upon which he stands, even though the tide has all but reached his feet — if he knows that God's strong hand will be stretched forth to him at the moment when the sand dissolves from under him, and will draw him out of many waters, and place him high above the floods on the stable land where there is "no more sea."
  • Alexander Maclaren, p. 184.

• When you take the wires of the cage apart, you do not hurt the bird, but help it. You let it out of its prison. How do vou know that death does not help me when it takes the wires of my cage down? — that it does not release me, and put me into some better place, and better condition of life?
  • Bishop Randolph S. Foster, p. 184.

• The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes!
  • Alexander Pope, p. 184.

• Do we not all, in this very hour, recall a death-bed scene in which some loved one has passed away? And, as we bring to mind the solemn reflections of that hour, are we not ready to hear and to heed the voice with which a dying wife once addressed him who stood sobbing by her side: "My dear husband, live for one thing, and only one thing; Just one thing, — the glory of God, the glory of God!"
  • E. P. Tenney, p. 186.

• God's finger touched him, and he slept.
  • Alfred Tennyson, p. 174.

• One may live as a conqueror, a king, or a magistrate; but he must die as a man.
  • Daniel Webster, p. 173.

• Mysterious Night! When our first parent knew Thee from report Divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus, with the host of heaven came; And lo! creation widened in man's view. Who could have thought such darkness lay concealed Within thy beams, O sun? or who could find, While fly and leaf and insect stood revealed, That to such countless orbs thou mad'st us blind? Why do we then shun death with anxious strife? If light can thus deceive, wherefore not life?
  • Joseph Blanco White, p. 179.

• Death is the quiet haven of us all.
  • William Wordsworth, p. 178.

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Living with death - quotes and anecdotes

• If you choose death and destruction, death and destruction will choose you.
  • Dalek Sec

• Even at our birth, death does but stand aside a little. And every day he looks towards us and muses somewhat to himself whether that day or the next he will draw nigh.
  • Robert Bolt

• People aren't afraid of being dead, they're afraid of getting dead.
  • George Carlin

• It is as natural to die as to be born; and to a little infant, perhaps, the one is as painful as the other.
  • Francis Bacon

• If being a kid is about learning how to live, then being a grown-up is about learning how to die.
  • Narration; Stephen King, Christine, Part 1, Chapter 5

• It is nobody's fault. The great circle of life has begun, but you see, not all of us arrive together in the end...She'll [Little Foot's mother] always be with you as long as you remember the things she taught you. In a way, you'll never be apart because you are still a part of each other.
  • Rudder, The Land Before Time

• Every blade in the field, Every leaf in the forest, Lays down its life in its season, As beautifully as it was taken up.
  • Henry David Thoreau

• In this world, one day death is going to take the life from everything that you love. So while you're able, love what you have. Takes the death from your life.
  • Mercy Ealing to Joe Carpenter, from Dean Koontz, Sole Survivor (2000 film)

• For certain is death for the born And certain is birth for the dead; Therefore over the inevitable Thou shouldst not grieve.
  • Bhagavad Gita, Chapter 2

• Death is utterly acceptable to consciousness and life. There has been endless times of numberless deaths, but neither consciousness nor life has ceased to arise. The felt quality and cycle to death has not modified the fragility of flowers, even the flowers within the human body.
  • Adi Da Samraj, "Prologue", The Knee of Listening

• Death is not the opposite of life; it exists as a part of them.
  • Toru Watanabe, from Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (1987)

• I am a good Christian, properly baptized and I will die... a good Christian.
  • Joan of Arc

• No shit, there's worse ways to be dead than dying.
  • Chuck Palahniuk, from Rant

• Death is a tragic event, but stopping the flow of traffic is always seen as the greater crime.
  • Chuck Palahniuk, from Rant

• Death is so preoccupied with life, that is has no time for anything else.
  • Mikhail Turovsky (b. 1933), Russian-American artist and aphorist. Itch of Wisdom (Cicuta Press, 1986)

• Chicó - John! John! Died! Oh my God, poor died of John Cricket! So yellow, and so shameless to die like that! What do I do in the world without John? John! John! There is no way, John Cricket died. Ended the smartest Cricket in the world. He completed his sentence and met with the only irredeemable evil, what is the mark of our strange destiny on earth, that fact without explanation that matches everything that is alive in one flock of guilty, because all that is alive dies. What can I do now? Only your funeral and pray for his soul.
  • Chicó in the play Auto da Compadecida by w:Ariano Suassuna

• While on a journey, Chuang Tzu found a skull, dry and parched. With sorrow he questioned and lamented the end to all things. When he finished speaking, he dragged the skull over, and using it as a pillow, lay down to sleep. In the night, the skull came to his dreams and said, "You are a fool to rejoice in the entanglements of life." Chuang Tzu couldn't believe this and asked "If I could return you to your life, you would want that, wouldn't you?" Stunned by Chuang Tzu's foolishness the skull replied, "How do you know that it is bad to be dead?"
• Zhuangzi, Zhuangzi

Coming to terms with death

• Life's end, isn't it beautiful? It's almost tragic. When life ends, it gives off a final lingering aroma. Light is but a farewell gift from the darkness to those on their way to die.
  • The Boss, from Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater

• We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Sahara. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively outnumbers the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here.
  • Richard Dawkins, 'Unweaving The Rainbow'
  • Dawkins has stated on many occasions that this passage will be read at his funeral.

• Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.
  • Oscar Wilde

• Death smiles at us all. All a man can do is smile back.
  • Marcus Aurelius and Maximus, Gladiator

• Death, the only immortal who treats us all alike, whose pity and whose peace and whose refuge are for all - the soiled and the pure, the rich and the poor, the loved and the unloved.
  • Mark Twain

• Death is not extinguishing the light; it is putting out the lamp because dawn has come.
  • Rabindranath Tagore

• Death is for the living and not for the dead.
  • Floyd McClure in Gates of Heaven (1980)

• When we finally know we are dying, and all other sentient beings are dying with us, we start to have a burning, almost heartbreaking sense of the fragility and preciousness of each moment and each being, and from this can grow a deep, clear, limitless compassion for all beings.
  • Sogyal Rinpoche

• On the plus side, death is one of the few things that can be done just as easily lying down.
  • Woody Allen

• Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.
  • Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five (1969)

• I like the dead – they're so uncritical.
  • Tom Baker

• Now he has departed from this strange world a little ahead of me. That means nothing. People like us, who believe in physics, know that the distinction between past, present, and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.
  • Albert Einstein

• Life is but a passing dream, but the death that follows is eternal.
  • Seymour Guado in Final Fantasy X

• He's not afraid of dying. He's just afraid that his soul won't make it to God.
  • Starbuck, speaking of Leoben, Battlestar Galactica

• The most important thing I learned on Tralfamadore was that when a person dies he only appears to die. He is still very much alive in the past, so it is very silly for people to cry at his funeral. All moments, past, present and future, always have existed, always will exist. The Tralfamadorians can look at all the different moments just that way we can look at a stretch of the Rocky Mountains, for instance. They can see how permanent all the moments are, and they can look at any moment that interests them. It is just an illusion we have here on Earth that one moment follows another one, like beads on a string, and that once a moment is gone it is gone forever.
  • Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

• Ultimately, we're all dead men. Sadly, we cannot choose how. But, we can decide how we meet that end in order that we are remembered as men.
  • Proximo, Gladiator

• We do not mourn the loss of those who die fufilling their destinies
  • Forestmaster, from the Dragonlance saga

• To die would be an awfully big adventure.
  • Peter Pan

• Death is the one thing that connects us all. It reminds us that what's really important is who we've touched, how much we've given. It makes us realize that we have to be good to one another.
  • Peter Petrelli, from Heroes

• Death, then, being the way and condition of life, we cannot love to live if we cannot bear to die.
  • William Penn

• Fear Death? – to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face.
  • Robert Browning, Prospice.

• Having a child changes every aspect of your life - for the better, of course. The sacrifices are large, but what you get in return is even bigger than the sacrifices you make. I feel, in a sense, ready to die because you are living on in your child. Not literally, not ready to die - but you know, that sort of feeling in a profound way.
  • Heath Ledger

• Everybody dies. You can't stop it, you can't run away from it..
  • Big Boss, from Metal Gear Solid 4: Guns of the Patriots

• I have often thought upon death, and I find it the least of all evils.
  • Francis Bacon, An Essay on Death.

• Sudden death leaves an impression on one.
  • Anonymous

• I have no terror of Death. It is the coming of Death that terrifies me.
  • Oscar Wilde

• A long illness seems to be placed between life and death, in order to make death a comfort both to those who die and to those who remain.
  • Jean de La Bruyere (1645–1696)

Death

• The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated.
  • Mark Twain

• Our bodies are prisons for our souls. Our skin and blood, the iron bars of confinement. But fear not. All flesh decays. Death turns all to ash. And thus, death frees every soul.
  • Grand Inquisitor Silecio, in The Fountain

• A samurai once asked Zen Master Hakuin where he would go after he died. Hakuin answered "How am I supposed to know?" "How do you know? You're a Zen master!" exclaimed the samurai. "Yes, but not a dead one", Hakuin answered
  • Zen mondō

• Withdrawn into the peace of this desert, along with some books, few but wise, I live in conversation with the deceased, and listen to the dead with my eyes.
  • Quevedo, From the Tower

• Here. Astride the top of nothingness, I suddenly receive the call of death. Who, in passing, tells me that it's nothing. Nothing more than the absence of nothingness. Nothing more than the absence of the word itself. Nothing more, and simply nothingness.
  • Giannina Braschi

• Death carries off a man who is gathering flowers and whose mind is distracted, as a flood carries off a sleeping village.
  • Dhammapada, Verse 47; F. Max Müller, translator

• [Death is] nature's way of telling you to slow down.
  • American life insurance proverb, unidentified article, Newsweek, unidentified 1960 issue

• Death, the most dreaded of evils, is therefore of no concern to us; for while we exist death is not present, and when death is present we no longer exist.
  • Epicurus

• Despite the solace of hypocritical religiosity and its seductive promise of an after-life of heavenly bliss, most of us will do anything to thwart the inevitable victory of biological death.
  • Jack Kevorkian, describing his painting "Nearer My God To Thee"
  • Quoted in Walker, Cliff (January 2002). "I Can Think of Life, and Nothing Else". postiveatheism.org. Retrieved on 2007-11-09.

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

• The Death of One is a Tragedy.The Death of a Million is just a Statistic
  • Erich Maria Remarque

• Hob Gadling: Death's a capricious thing, innit? Morpheus: Yes. Yes, she is.
  • Discussing Morpheus' sister, the personification of Death
  • Sandman #13: "Men of Good Fortune"

• I find myself wondering about humanity. Their attitude to my sister's gift is so strange. Why do they fear the sunless lands? It is as natural to die as it is to be born. But they fear her. Dread her. Feebly they attempt to placate her. They do not love her.
  • Dream about Death, in SANDMAN #8: "The Sound of Her Wings"

• Anyway: I'm not blessed or merciful. I'm just me. I've got a job to do and I do it. Listen: even as we're talking, I'm there for old and young, innocent and guilty, those who die together and those who die alone. I'm in cars and boats and planes, in hospitals and forests and abattoirs. For some folks death is a release and for others death is an abomination, a terrible thing. But in the end, I'm there for all of them.
  • Death, in SANDMAN #20: "Façade"

• When the first living thing existed, I was there, waiting. When the last living thing dies, my job is finished. I'll put the chairs on tables, turn out the lights and lock the universe behind me when I leave.'
  • Death, in SANDMAN #20: "Façade"

• Rainie, mythologies take longer to die than people believe. They linger on in a kind of dream country that affects all of you.
  • Death, in SANDMAN #20: "Façade"

• Who am I? Just a friend. Sometimes. Maybe. Sorry I couldn't help any. Be seeing you...
  • Death, in SANDMAN #20: "Façade"

• Must not all things at the last be swallowed up in death?
  • Plato

• We look at death from the selfish side, like, "That guy died. Oh, it's so sad." Why is it sad? He's away from all of this bad stuff that's here on Earth. I mean, at the worst, he's just somewhere quiet, no nothing. At best, he's an angel... or he's a spirit somewhere. What is so bad about that?
  • Tupac Shakur

• When a tiger dies, it leaves its skin behind. When a person dies, he leaves his name behind.
  • Chinese proverb

• When I die, I would like to go peacefully, in my sleep, like my grandfather. Not screaming in terror like his passengers.
  • Jack Handey

• When you were born, you cried, and the world rejoiced. Live your life in such a manner that when you die, the world cries and you rejoice.
  • Kabir

• We may have days, we may have hours. But sooner or later, we all push up flowers...
  • Membrillo from Grim Fandango

• Death is its own reward
  • Warcraft III

• Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so, For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow, Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee, Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee doe goe, Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie. Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell, And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well, And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then; One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally, And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
  • "Holy Sonnet X", by John Donne

• That is not dead which can eternal lie / And with strange aeons even Death may die.
  • "The Call of Cthulhu", by H.P. Lovecraft

• Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there. It doesn't matter what you do, he said, so as long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away.
  • Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (1953)

• Everybody dies frustrated and sad and that is beautiful
  • They Might Be Giants, "Don't Let's Start"

• Upon the Grave which swallows fast/'Tis peace at last, oh peace at last
  • Metallica , "Cyanide" (Death Magnetic)

• It is an ideal which I hope to live for. But, my lord, if needs be, it is an ideal for which I am prepared to die.
  • Nelson Mandela , statement at the Rivonia trial (20 April 1964)

Death and relationships

• You think the dead we love ever truly leave us? You think that we don't recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble?
  • Albus Dumbledore

• Death ends a life, not a relationship.
  • Morrie Schwartz, as quoted from Tuesdays with Morrie (1997)

• The first day after a death, the new absence Is always the same; we should be careful Of each other, we should be kind While there is still time.
  • Philip Larkin, "The Mower" (1979)

Death and the meaning of life

• Ancient Egyptians believed that upon death they would be asked two questions and their answers would determine whether they could continue their journey in the afterlife. The first question was, 'Did you bring joy?' The second was, 'Did you find joy?'
  • Leo Buscaglia

• Death and death alone gives meaning to life and this meaning is entirely negative.
  • Georges Poulet

• Every man dies. Not every man really lives.
  • William Wallace, in Braveheart

• When one considers just what a man is, Happy it be that short his span is.
  • James Cagney

• I said to Life, I would hear Death speak. And Life raised her voice a little higher and said, You hear him now.
  • Khalil Gibran

• If man were immortal, do you realise what his meat bills would be?
  • Woody Allen

• Never the spirit was born, the spirit shall cease to be never. Never was time it was not, end and beginning are dreams.
  • The Bhagavad Gita

• Our souls are prisoners of the terror of death, and the day is beautiful.
  • Paulo Coelho, "Chapter 1" (in English). Quinta Montanha (The Fifth Mountain). translated by Clifford E. Landers (1st edition ed.). New York: HarperFlamingo. 1998. ISBN 0060175443.

• The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
  • Harriet Beecher Stowe

• To be, or not to be, —that is the question:— Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? —To die, —to sleep,— No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, —'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, —to sleep;— To sleep! perchance to dream: —ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would these fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death,— The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn No traveller returns,—puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know naught of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; And enterprises of great pitch and moment, With this regard, their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.
  • Hamlet's soliloquy
  • William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act III, Scene I

Others

• Everyone will come to my funeral to make sure that I stay dead.
  • Marilyn Manson

• The dead, if not separated from the living, bring madness upon them.
  • Nyakyusa proverb

• Death slue not him, but he made death his ladder to the skies.
  • Edmund Spenser, An Epitaph upon Philip Sydney, line 20

• There is no justice - there's just me.
  • Death
  • Terry Pratchett, Mort (1987)

• It nice it happen to you. Like you come to the island and had a holiday. Sun didn't burn you red-red, just brown. You sleep and no mosquito eat you. But the truth is, it bound to happen if you stay long enough. So take that nice picture you got in your head home with you, but don't be fooled. We lonely here mostly too. If we lucky, maybe, we got some nice pictures to take with us.
  • Jamaican Woman, in Meet Joe Black, (1998)

• My uncle is a southern planter. He's an undertaker in Alabama.
  • Fred Allen

• We all have it comin', kid.
  • Will Munny (Clint Eastwood) in Unforgiven (1992)

• A Live Human Body and a Deceased Human body have the same Number of Particles.Structurally there's no Diffrence
  • Dr Manhattan Watchmen

• Men only think of their past right before their death, as if they were searching frantically for proof that they were alive.
  • Jet Black, Cowboy Bebop

• In a sense, Deng Xiaoping's death was inevitable, wasn't it?
  • Jon Snow, Channel 4 News

• Death is everything.
  • words inscribed on a statue of a knight from Resident Evil 1

• No heralds come with death...
  • Zhang Liao from Dynasty Warriors

• Faith in eternal life ceases — but death goes on.
  • Vladimir Jankélévitch

• Nothing will be left of me. I die utterly as unknown as if I had never been born. Nothingness receive your prey.
  • Jan Potocki

Humor

• I am death, not taxes. I turn up only once.
  • Death
  • Terry Pratchett, Feet of Clay (1996)

• Since you are having a near-death experience, I am logically, by extension, having a near-Vimes experience. Don't worry about me, I've brought a book.
  • Death to Sam Vimes
  • Terry Pratchett, Thud! (2005)

• If you ever fall off the Sears Tower, just go real limp, because maybe you'll look like a dummy and people will try to catch you because, hey, free dummy.
  • Jack Handey

• If your parents never had children, chances are ... neither will you.
  • Dick Cavett

• Always look on the Bright side of Death.Just before You draw Your Terminal Breath
  • Eric Idle

• Sometimes when I feel like killing someone, I do a little trick to calm myself down. I'll go over to the person's house and ring the doorbell. When the person comes to the door, I'm gone, but you know what I've left on the porch? A jack-o-lantern with a knife stuck in the side of its head with a note that says 'You.' After that I usually feel a lot better, and no harm done.
  • Jack Handey

• You may be a king or a little street sweeper, but sooner or later you dance with the reaper!
  • Bill & Ted's Bogus Journey (1991)

• Dying can't be that bad of a thing; I mean, everybody's doing it.
  • Unknown

• I can't believe that I'm going to meet my end at the hands of converging red dots.
  • Seamus Harper, Andromeda

• I intend to live forever. So far, so good!
  • Woody Allen

• To live is to die.
  • Cliff Burton

• Death comes for us all, Oroku Saki, but something much worse comes for you. For when you die, it will be without honour.
  • Splinter, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (1990)

• At the end of your life, you're lucky if you die.
  • Bret McKenzie, "Think About It Think Think About It" - Flight of the Conchords

• Yes, even pricks turn into top blokes after death
  • Andrew Hansen, "The Eulogy Song" from The Chaser's War on Everything

• I don't believe in an afterlife, although I am bringing a change of underwear.
  • Woody Allen

• It is impossible to experience one's death objectively and still carry a tune.
  • Woody Allen

• Those who welcome death have only tried it from the ears up.
  • Wilson Mizner

• To me, funerals are like bad movies. They last too long, they're overacted, and the ending is predictable.
  • George Burns

• Why does Death cross the road? To get to you!
  • Anonymous

• If I could drop dead right now, I'd be the happiest man alive!
  • Samuel Goldwyn

• Dead people make the best patients. You can do whatever tests you want on them and they never complain. Oh, and you can yell at them without getting in trouble.
  • Anonymous

See also

• Death of children
• Epitaphs
• Famous last words
• Life
• Suicide
• William Shakespeare quotes about death

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