Death Quotes - Page 96

Death ready stands to interpose his dart.

Where all life dies death lives.

A death-like sleep, A gentle wafting to immortal life.

Come to the sunset tree! The day is past and gone; The woodman's axe lies free, And the reaper's work is done.

No man at all can be living forever and we must be satisfied.

Brief life is here our portion.

Everybody loves you when you're six foot in the ground.

How astonishingly does the chance of leaving the world improve a sense of its natural beauties upon us. Like poor Falstaff, although I do not 'babble,' I think of green fields; I muse with the greatest affection on every flower I have know from my infancy - their shapes and colours are as new to me as if I had just created them with superhuman fancy.

Let the world slide, let the world go; A fig for care, and a fig for woe! If I can't pay, why I can owe, And death makes equal the high and low.

God gives quietness at last.

To die is landing on some distant shore.

Death only this mysterious truth unfolds, The mighty soul how small a body holds.

No king nor nation one moment can retard the appointed hour.

If poisonous minerals, and if that tree, Whose fruit threw death on else immortal us, If lecherous goats, if serpents envious Cannot be damned; alas; why should I be?

All our life is but a going out to the place of execution, to death.

This swallowing up of life in nothingness, this obliteration of life by nothingness is what the emotion of malice ultimately desires. The eternal conflict between love and malice is the eternal contest between life and death. And this contest is what the complex vision reveals, as it moves from darkness to darkness.

When it comes to civilian deaths, violent hostilities play no favorites.

Well blest is he who has a dear one dead; A friend he has whose face will never change- A dear communion that will not grow strange; The anchor of a love is death.

For want of timely care Millions have died of medicable wounds.

I learned early to keep death in my line of sight, keep it under surveillance, keep it on cleared ground and away from any brush where it might coil unnoticed.

Once you're dead, you're made for life.

When you're talking about death, you can't afford to make even one mistake.

Everyone's saved, we're in the grave. See you there for afternoon tea.

I understand that it is not when or how you die but how and if you truly were ever alive.

What is certain in death is somewhat softened by what is uncertain; it is an indefiniteness in the time, which holds a certain relation to the infinite, and what is called eternity.