Death Quotes - Page 105

The night comes on that knows not morn, When I shall cease to be all alone, To live forgotten, and love forlorn.

I've handed life and death back to the people who do the living and the dying.

If you wish to make a man look noble, your best course is to kill him. What superiority he may have inherited from his race, what superiority nature may have personally gifted him with, comes out in death.

To have to die is a distinction of which no man is proud.

What's fame? a fancy'd life in other's breath. A thing beyond us, even before our death.

Oft, as in airy rings they skim the heath, The clamtrous lapwings feel the leaden death; Oft, as the mounting larks their notes prepare They fall, and leave their little lives in air.

I was afraid of the pain of dying and terribly reluctant to leave the world behind because I liked life a lot, even if it had been pretty tough sometimes.

We all try to escape pain and death, while we seek what is pleasant.

Men die and they are not happy.

Men are never convinced of your reasons, of your sincerity, of the seriousness of your sufferings, except by your death. So long as you are alive, your case is doubtful; you have a right only to their skepticism.

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

To date or not to date that is the question. It's almost as important as Shakespeare's to be or not to be which deals with death.

Often in winter the end of the day is like the final metaphor in a poem celebrating death: there is no way out.

There's something dreadfully decisive about a beheading.

Doctors can do almost anything nowadays, can't they, unless they kill you while they're trying to cure you.

Vous eprouves trop d'emotion, Hastings, It affects your hands and your wits. Is that a way to fold a coat? And regard what you have done to my pyjamas. If the hairwash breaks what will befall them?' 'Good heavens, Poirot,' I cried, 'this is a matter of life and death. What does it matter what happens to our clothes?' 'You have no sense of proportion Hastings. We cannot catch a train earlier than the time that it leaves, and to ruin one's clothes will not be the least helpful in preventing a murder.

The field of doom bears death as its harvest.

A man dies not for the many wounds that pierce his breast, unless it be that life's end keep pace with death, nor by sitting on his hearth at home doth he the more escape his appointed doom.

I think death has a right to its own courage and dignity and self-respect.

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.

I don't think fear necessarily is a core human emotion, but I do think fear of death is something that is at the core of every person's existence.

My beautiful wife is dead. She meant everything to me. Her laughter, her tears and her joy will remain with me the rest of my life.

For now they kill me with a living death.

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 in the quiet west, The sundown splendid and serene, Death.

Timor mortis conturbat me. The fear of death disturbs me.