Best 9776 quotes in «death quotes» category

Every tiny part of us cries out against the idea of dying, and hopes to live forever.

Every word affords me pain. Yet how sweet it would be if I could hear what the flowers have to say about death!

Every year lays more earth upon us, which weighs us down from aerial regions, till we go under the earth at last.

Except for the young or very happy, I can't say I am sorry for anyone who dies.

Failure too is a form of death.

Faith, Sir, we are here today and gone tomorrow.

Families survive, one way or another. You have a tie, a connection that exists long after death, through many lifetimes.

Farewell, a long farewell to all my greatness! This is the state of man: today he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, tomorrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him: The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And - when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening - nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.

Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame.They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.

Fate! Fate! All things pass away; Life is forever, youth is for a day. Love again if you may Before the stars are blown out of the sky And the crickets die; Babylon and Samarkand Are mud walls in a waste of sand.

Fear; if allowed free rein, would reduce all of us to trembling shadows of men, for whom only death could bring release

Fear of death has been the greatest ally of tyranny past and present.

Fear of death increases in exact proportion to increase in wealth.

Fear no more the heat o' th' sun Nor the furious winters' rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

Feeling funny in my mind, Lord I believe I'm fixing to die Well, I don't mind dying But I hate to leave my children crying Well, I look over yonder to that burying ground Look over yonder to that burying ground Sure seems lonesome, Lord, when the sun goes down

Few cross the river of time and are able to reach non-being. Most of them run up and down only on this side of the river. But those who when they know the law follow the path of the law, they shall reach the other shore and go beyond the realm of death.

Fight death all your days, and die knowing you know nothing.

Find what you love and let it kill you.

Firstly, there no such person as Death. Second, Death's this tall guy with a bone face, like a skeletal monk, with a scythe and an hourglass and a big white horse and a penchant for playing chess with Scandinavians. Third, he doesn't exist either.

Fishing is a pleasure of retirement, yet the angler has the power to let the fish live or die.

Folly, thou conquerest, and I must yield! Against stupidity the very gods Themselves contend in vain. Exalted reason, Resplendent daughter of the head divine, Wise foundress of the system of the world, Guide of the stars, who are thou then, if thou, Bound to the tail of folly's uncurb'd steed, Must, vainly shrieking, with the drunken crowd, Eyes open, plunge down headlong in the abyss.

For a single path leads to the house of Hades.

For a courageous man cannot die dishonorably, a man who has attained the consulship cannot die before his time, a philosopher cannot die wretchedly.

For any culture which is primarily concerned with meaning, the study of death - the only certainty that life holds for us - must be central, for an understanding of death is the key to liberation in life.

For days after death hair and fingernails continue to grow, but phone calls taper off.

Foolish men imagine that because judgment for an evil thing is delayed, there is no justice; but only accident here below. Judgment for an evil thing is many times delayed some day or two, some century or two, but it is sure as life, it is sure as death.

For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.

For death, Now I know, is that first breath Which our souls draw when we enter Life, which is of all life center.

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

For good undone, and gifts misspent, and resolutions vain

For life in the present there is no death. Death is not an event in life. It is not a fact in the world.

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.

For me, habit is just a synonym for death.

For most of us, karma and negative emotions obscure the ability to see our own intrinsic nature, and the nature of reality. As a result we clutch on to happiness and suffering as real, and in our unskillful and ignorant actions go on sowing the seeds of our next birth. Our actions keep us bound to the continuous cycle of worldly existence, to the endless round of birth and death. So everything is at risk in how we live now at this very moment: How we live now can cost us our entire future.

For precious friends hid in death's dateless night.

For now they kill me with a living death.

For my part I love sleepy fellows, and the more ignorant the better. Damn your wide-awake and knowing chaps. As for sleepiness, itis one of the noblest qualities of humanity. There is something sociable about it, too. Think of those sensible & sociable millions of good fellows all taking a good long friendly snooze together, under the sod--no quarrels, no imaginary grievances, no envies, heart-burnings, & thinking how much better that other chap is off--none of this: but all equally free-&-easy, they sleep away & reel off their nine knots an hour, in perfect amity.

For soon, very soon do men forget Their friends upon whom Death's seal is set.

For the dead there are no more toils.

For though Death be a dark passage, it leads to immortality, and that is recompence enough for suffering of it.

For the gift of life, the only true thanks was in living fully, and facing death with honor.

For those who live neither with religious consolations about death nor with a sense of death (or of anything else) as natural, death is the obscene mystery, the ultimate affront, the thing that cannot be controlled. It can only be denied.

For 'Tis not in mere death that men die most.

For the sake of goodness and love, man shall let death have no sovereignty over his thoughts.

For the world is founded and built up on death, and the reality of death is neither to be questioned nor feared. Death is a dark dream, but it is not a nightmare. It is mankind's lack of pity, mankind's fatal propensity for torture, that is the nightmare.

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

For we must bear in mind that the greater number of garden pictures known to us are taken from tombs.

Freedom from slavery is achieved only when a person starts to feel and understand that he would prefer death to life as a slave.

For whose sake did you live, for whose sake did you die? Forgive me, baby, for what I didn't do.

For women who do not love us, as for the "disappeared", knowing that we no longer have any hope does not prevent us form continuing to wait. We live on our guard, on watch; women whose son has gone asea on a dangerous exploration imagine at any minute, although it has long been certain that he has perished, that he will enter, miraculously saved, and healthy.