Death Quotes - Page 82

If some persons died, and others did not die, death would be a terrible affliction.

A long disease seems to be a halting place between life and death, that death itself may be a comfort to those who die and to those who are left behind.

Deep down, no one really believes they have a right to live. But this death sentence generally stays tucked away, hidden beneath the difficulty of living. If that difficulty is removed from time to time, death is suddenly there, unintelligibly.

How fine is the mesh of death. You can almost see through it.

God bless... God damn.

Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires; I have lost friends, some by death... others through sheer inability to cross the street.

Death lays his icy hand on kings.

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.

The funny thing about facing imminent death is that it really snaps everything else into perspective.

O death! We thank you for the light that you will shed upon our ignorance.

Not one has shown an iota of fear of death. They want to end this agony.

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.

...there is little that comes so close to death as fulfilled love.

Despite the staunchest, most venerable defenses, we can never completely subdue death anxiety: it is always there, lurking in some hidden ravine of the mind.

Death loses its terror if one dies when one has consummated one's life!

Suicide is not abominable because God prohibits it; God prohibits it because it is abominable.

Old elephants limp off to the hills to die; old Americans go out to the highway and drive themselves to death with huge cars.

Too weird to live, and too rare to die.

Death can sneak up on you like a silent kitten, surprising you with its touch and you have a right to act surprised. Other times death stomps in the front door, unwanted and unannounced, and makes its noisy way to your seat on the sofa.

In the capacious urn of death, every name is shaken. [Lat., Omne capax movet urna nomen.]

A man's life breath cannot come back again-- no raiders in force, no trading brings it back, once it slips through a man's clenched teeth.

Death submits to no one.

Living is death; dying is life. We are not what we appear to be. On this side of the grave we are exiles, on that citizens; on this side orphans, on that children.

We have the promises of God as thick as daisies in summer meadows, that death, which men most fear, shall be to us the most blessed of experiences, if we trust in him. Death is unclasping; joy, breaking out in the desert; the heart, come to its blossoming time! Do we call it dying when the bud bursts into flower?

Death is the Christian's vacation morning. School is out. It is time to go home.