Death Quotes - Page 74

The tread Of coming footsteps cheats the midnight watcher Who holds her heart and waits to hear them pause, And hears them never pause, but pass and die.

I'm always relieved when someone is delivering a eulogy and I realize I'm listening to it.

The nature of finite things is to have the seed of their passing-away as their essential being: the hour of their birth is the hour of their death.

Day's lustrous eyes grow heavy in sweet death.

Dying is easy; it's living that's difficult.

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

Old age is a tyrant, who forbids, under pain of death, the pleasures of youth.

Between my head and my hand, there is always the face of death.

I do not believe that any man fears to be dead, but only the stroke of death.

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

I didn't realize it, but the days came along one after another, and then two years were gone, and everything was gone, and I was gone.

There are few things more difficult than to appraise the work of a man suddenly dead in his youth; to disentangle promise from achievement; to save him from that sentimentalizing which confuses the tragedy of the interruption with the merit of the work actually performed.

When good men die their goodness does not perish.

At death we cross from one territory to another, but we'll have no trouble with visas. Our representative is already there, preparing for our arrival. As citizens of heaven, our entrance is incontestable.

I like people who can't die in their bed.

A beautiful vacuum filled with wealthy monogamists, all powerful and members of the best families all drinking themselves to death.

You can be as mad as a mad dog at the way things went, you can curse the fates, but when it comes to the end, you have to let go.

It is possible to provide security against other ills, but as far as death is concerned, we men live in a city without walls.

Those who have been immersed in the tragedy of massive death during wartime, and who have faced it squarely, never allowing their senses and feelings to become numbed and indifferent, have emerged from their experiences with growth and humanness greater than that achieved through almost any other means.

Death is the final stage of growth in this life. There is no total death. Only the body dies. The self or the spirit, or whatever you may wish to label it, is eternal. You may interpret this in any way that makes you comfortable.

When you learn your lessons, the pain goes away.

When the time comes to die, make sure that all you have to do is die!" ~Jim Elliot

Theology, by diverting the attention of men from this life to another, and by endeavoring to coerce all men into one religion, constantly preaching that this world is full of misery, but the next world would be beautiful - or not, as the case may be - has forced on men the thought of fear where otherwise there might have been the happy abandon of nature.

A little allegory of the soul - wherever it hides, God will find it.

Death, is not an end, but a transition crisis. All the forms of decay are but masks of regeneration--the secret alembics of vitality.