Death Quotes - Page 113

... it is true that I do not respect [human life] more than I respect my own life. And if it is easy for me to kill, that is because it is difficult for me to die.

In the end we are all sacked and it's always awful. It is as inevitable as death following life. If you are elevated there comes a day when you are demoted. Even Prime Ministers.

I enjoy every climb - maybe it's because it's a literal dance between life and death.

He died a long painful death. However, you'll be happy to hear that just a few years later he was reincarnated as Shirley MacLaine.

I'll be mellow when I'm dead.

Pain lays not its touch upon a corpse.

Meditation is a dress rehearsal for death.

If they do kill me, I shall never die another death.

...the ten thousand things belong to one storehouse and life and death share the same body.

Come my spade. There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers; they hold up Adam's profession.

Where hateful Death put on his ugliest mask.

And will he not come again? And will he not come again? No, no, he is dead. Go to thy deathbed. He never will come again.

And lo, the Hospital, gray, quiet, old, Where life and death like friendly chafferers meet.

On the Continent, every attempt to substitute a lighter punishment for death was fiercely denounced as a direct violation of the Divine law. Indeed, some persons went so far as to question the lawfulness of strangling the witch before she was burnt. Her crime, they said, was treason against the Almighty, and therefore to punish it by any but the most agonizing deaths was an act of disrespect to Him. Besides, the penalty in the Levitical code was stoning, and stoning had been pronounced by the Jewish theologians to be a still more painful death than the stake.

What shall I do for pretty girls Now my old bawd is dead?

I'm a prodigal son. The black sheep of a white flock. I shall die on the gallows.

A bearer of news of death appears to himself as very important. His feeling - even against all reason - makes him a messenger from the realm of the dead.

Come lovely and soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, In the day, in the night, to all, to each, Sooner or later, delicate death.

And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm me.... And as to you corpse, I think you are good manure, but that does not offend me, I smell the white roses sweet-scented and growing, I reach to the leafy lips — I reach to the polished breasts of melons. And as to you life, I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths, No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before.

That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again and ever again, this soiled world.

We must endure our thoughts all night, until the bright obvious stands motionless in the cold.

These passions of soul, these conflicts so fierce, will cease, and be repressed by the casting of a little dust.

It is a sad and very melancholy scene, which must strike everyone who knows and feels that we also have to pass one day through the valley of the shadow of death, and “que la fin de la vie humaine, ce sont des larmes ou des cheveux blancs.” What lies beyond this is a great mystery that only God knows, but He has revealed absolutely through His word that there is a resurrection of the dead.

I had no idea how Stevenson's cases would hold up under close scrutiny. But given what was at stake - nothing less than possible concrete evidence of life after death - weren't they at least worth a visit?

For the sake of goodness and love, man shall let death have no sovereignty over his thoughts.