Death Quotes - Page 95

We shall see later on that the diversity of the forms of death that circulate invisibly is the cause of the peculiar unexpectedness of obituary notices in the newspapers.

Life and death are but phases of the same thing, the reverse and obverse of the same coin. Death is as necessary for man's growth as life itself.

And many kinds of creatures must have died, Unable to plant out new sprouts of life. For whatever you see that lives and breathes and thrives Has been, from the very beginning, guarded, saved By it's trickery for its swiftness or brute strength. And many have been entrusted to our care, Commended by their usefulness to us. For instance, strength supports a savage lion; Foxes rely on their cunning; deer their flight.

Nay, the greatest wits and poets, too, cease to live; Homer, their prince, sleeps now in the same forgotten sleep as do the others. [Lat., Adde repertores doctrinarum atque leporum; Adde Heliconiadum comites; quorum unus Homerus Sceptra potitus, eadem aliis sopitu quiete est.]

They never fail who die in a great cause.

Death is always sad, I suppose, to us who look forward to it: I expect it will seem very different when we can look back upon it.

He sought his former accustomed fear of death and did not find it. "Where is it? What death?" There was no fear because there was no death. In place of death there was light.

I'm not afraid of death. Death's afraid of me.

I'm trying to die correctly, but it's very difficult, you know.

Death opens the gate of fame, and shuts the gate of envy after it; it unlooses the chain of the captive, and puts the bondsman's task into another man's hand.

Whatever stress some may lay upon it, a death-bed repentance is but a weak and slender plank to trust our all on.

We all owe life a death, an inevitable death which we can meet. But the unnecessary death that wastes life denies all consolation.

The natural laws of the universe are inviolable... what you say and do determines what happens in your life... You are the master of your life and death. What you do is what you are.

It is an expensive government program with the power to kill people.

The system is not perfect. Until it's perfect, let's do away with the death penalty.

...I don't understand this gap you see between us, but can't you meet me somewhere in the middle?" "The middle of what?" "I don't know, the middle of tomorrow and forever, the middle of life and death, the middle of normal and paranormal. Where we've always been." I bit my lip, nodding against his forehead. "There's a place for us there, right?" "Always." He put his lips to mine, sealing our own little spot in the world. Together.

But the great leveler, Death: not even the gods can defend a man, not even one they love, that day when fate takes hold and lays him out at last.

Only death reveals what a nothing the body of man is.

Death alone discloses how insignificant are the puny bodies of men.

The abuse of love, like the abuse of health, brings suffering and death in its train.

Our good purposes foreslowed are become our tormentors upon our deathbed.

My death and life, My bane and antidote, are both before me.

I have wondered why is it that some people are less affected and torn by the verities of life and death that others.

Our respect for the dead, when they are just dead, is something wonderful, and the way we show it more wonderful still. We show it with black feathers and black horses; we show it with black dresses and black heraldries; we show it with costly obelisks and sculptures of sorrow, which spoil half of our beautiful cathedrals. We show it with frightful gratings and vaults, and lids of dismal stone, in the midst of the quiet grass; and last, and not least, we show it by permitting ourselves to tell any number of falsehoods we think amiable or credible in the epitaph.

One who does not know when to die, does not know how to live.