Death Quotes - Page 83

Then fell upon the house a sudden gloom, a shadow on those features fair and thin. And softly, from the hushed and darkened room, two angels issued, where but one went in.

The death penalty experiment has failed.

You find a flower half-buried in leaves, And in your eye its very fate resides. Loving beauty, you caress the bloom; Soon enough, you'll sweep petals from the floor. Terrible to love the lovely so, To count your own years, to say I'm old, To see a flower half-buried in leaves And come face to face with what you are.

Death not merely ends life, it also bestows upon it a silent completeness, snatched from the hazardous flux to which all things human are subject.

If there is no destiny, there is no design. There's only life and death. My goal is to learn about life by living it, not by trying to figure out a cryptic plan that the Creator had in store for me.

I’m not sentimental about anything. Life flows by, and you flow with it or you don’t. Move on and move out.

One approaches the journey's end. But the end is a goal, not a catastrophe.

Because the Illinois death penalty system is arbitrary and capricious - and therefore immoral - I no longer shall tinker with the machinery of death.

A human act once set in motion flows on forever to the great account. Our deathlessness is in what we do, not in what we are.

Those that God loves, do not live long.

War is death's feast.

Given the irreversibility of the death penalty, the possibility of a wrongful conviction can never be overstated.

Worldly faces never look so worldly as at a funeral.

Death is the only physician, the shadow of his valley the only journeying that will cure us of age and the gathering fatigue of years.

I think what's always been interesting to me than the science and the criminality with this job is what happens to your persona, your disposition, after day in and day out dealing with life and death.

Murder and capital punishment are not opposites that cancel one another, but similars that breed their kind. It is the deed that teaches not the name we give it.

Death is for many of us the gate of hell; but we are inside on the way out, not outside on the way in.

Certain, when I was born, so long ago, Death drew the tap of life and let it flow; And ever since the tap has done its task, And now there's little but an empty cask.

He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to learn, and then was free to leave.

God is the pain of the fear of death

One should part from life as Odysseus parted from Nausicaa-blessing it rather than in love with it.

Few people know death, we only endure it, usually from determination, and even from stupidity and custom; and most men only die because they know not how to prevent dying.

The birds of the air die to sustain thee; the beasts of the field die to nourish thee; the fishes of the sea die to feed thee. Our stomachs are their common sepulchre. Good God! with how many deaths are our poor lives patched up! how full of death is the life of momentary man!

Let no man fear to die, we love to sleep all, and death is but the sounder sleep.

Passing away" is written on the world and all the world contains.