Death Quotes - Page 49

He realised, more vividly than ever before, that art had two constant, two unending preoccupations: it is always meditating upon death and it is always thereby creating life.

All this talk about equality. The only thing people really have in common is that they are all going to die.

I write of love and death. What other subjects are there?

I hope and trust to meet you in Heaven, both white and black-both white and black.

The terrible thing about death is that it transforms life into destiny.

Those who cannot live fully often become destroyers of life.

The clever way death cuts us down, but makes it look like just a thinning-out. Generations never fall with one blow - that would be too sad and too obvious. Death prefers to do it piecemeal. The meadow is attacked from several sides at the same time. One of us goes one day; another some time afterwards; you have to stand back and look around you to take in what's missing, to grasp the vast slaughter of your generation.

There are moments when one feels free from one's own identification with human limitations and inadequacies. At such moments one imagines that one stands on some spot of a small planet, gazing in amazement at the cold yet profoundly moving beauty of the eternal, the unfathomable; life and death flow into one, and there is neither evolution nor destiny; only Being.

By putting a border line between life and death, we separate the world of death from our world of life, casting the dead away into the "world of oblivion".

I begin to regard the death and mangling of a couple thousand men as a small affair, a kind of morning dash-and it may be well that we become so hardened.

After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can touch him further.

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 not of?

Sweets to the sweet.

I have recently been examining all the known superstitions of the world and do not find in our particular superstition [Christianity] one redeeming feature.

Where life is more terrible than death, it is then the truest valor to dare to live.

The fanatic has the courage of his conviction and the intolerance of his courage. He is opposed to the death penalty for murder, but he would willingly have anyone electrocuted who disagreed with him on the subject.

There is no greater love than this. There is no greater gift that can ever be given. To be willing to die, so another might live -- there is no greater lover than this.

Be of good cheer about death and know this as a truth, that no evil can happen to a good man, either in life or after death

What need is there to weep over parts of life? The whole of it calls for tears.

Death but supplies the oil for the inextinguishable lamp of life.

Swans sing before they die - 'twere no bad thing should certain persons die before they sing.

The life of this transitory world is the expectation of death: to renounce life is to escape from the expectation of annihilation.

Oh! death will find me long before I tire of watching you.

Death is a woman, and for that reason she's courageous and just, and never makes distinctions between mortals; she'll crush the ignorant, the arrogant, and the wise alike under her icy foot.

When the will defies fear, when duty throws the gauntlet down to fate, when honor scorns to compromise with death - that is heroism.