Best 9776 quotes in «death quotes» category

Though in midst of life we be Snares of death surround us.

Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death.

Though it be in the power of the weakest arm to take away life, it is not in the strongest to deprive us of death.

Thou fool, what is sleep but the image of death? Fate will give an eternal rest. [Lat., Stulte, quid est somnus, gelidae nisi mortis imago? Longa quiescendi tempora fata dabunt.]

[Tho]ugh death be a dark passage; it leads to immortality, and that is recompense enough for suffering of it. And yet faith lights us, even through the grave....And this is the comfort of the good, and the grave cannot hold them, and they live as they die. For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.

Though Death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.

Though they go mad they shall be sane, though they sink through the sea they shall rise again; though lovers be lost love shall not; and death shall have no dominion.

Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.

Thou ominous and fearful owl of death.

Through the ages, man's main concern was life after death. Today, for the first time, we find we must ask questions about whether there will be life before death.

Throughout the whole of life one must continue to learn to live and what will amaze you even more, throughout life you must learn to die. Seneca (Roman philosopher)

Thus all things altered. Nothing dies. And here and there the unbodied spirit flies.

Through winter-time we call on spring, And through the spring on summer call, And when the abounding hedges ring Declare that winter's best of all: And after that there's nothing good Because the spring time has not come- Not know that what disturbs our blood Is but its longing for the tomb.

Till our King Henry had shook hands with Death.

Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils.

Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.

Time marks us while we are marking time.

Time rushes by and yet time is frozen. Funny how we get so exact about time at the end of life and at its beginning. She died at 6:08 or 3:46, we say, or the baby was born at 4:02. But in between we slosh through huge swatches of time--weeks, months, years, decades even.

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry.

'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.

'Tis the maddest trick a man can ever play in his whole life, to let his breath sneak out of his body without any more ado, and without so much as a rap o'er the pate, or a kick of the guts; to go out like the snuff of a farthing candle, and die merely of the mulligrubs, or the sullens.

Tis on the living Envy feeds. She silent grows When, after death, man's honor is his guard. So I, when on the pyre consumed I lie, Shall live, for all that's noblest will survive.

'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.

To awake from death is to die in peace.

To be idle is a short road to death and to be diligent is a way of life; foolish people are idle, wise people are diligent.

To be rhymed to death as is said to be done in Ireland.

To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune, Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles, And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep No more; and by a sleep, to say we end The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep, To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there's the rub.

To bring into the world an unwanted human being is as antisocial an act as murder.

To close the eyes, and give a seemly comfort to the apparel of the dead, is poverty's holiest touch of nature.

To conquer death you only have to die.

To die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly. Death of one's own free choice, death at the proper time, with a clear head and with joyfulness, consummated in the midst of children and witnesses: so that an actual leave-taking is possible while he who is leaving is still there.

To die: - to sleep: No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished.

... to die on a kitchen floor at 7 o'clock in the morning while other people are frying eggs is not so rough unless it happens to you.

To die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly. Death freely chosen, death at the right time, brightly and cheerfully accomplished amid children and witnesses: then a real farewell is still possible, as the one who is taking leave is still there; also a real estimate of what one has wished, drawing the sum of one's life--all in opposition to the wretched and revolting comedy that Christianity has made of the hour of death.

To die in the act of killing is, in essence, to die defeated.

To die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.

To die is poignantly bitter, but the idea of having to die without having lived is unbearable.

To die quickly in one's eighth decade at the very top of one's powers is an enviable end, and not an occasion for mourning.

To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come.

To die completely, a person must not only forget but be forgotten, and he who is not forgotten is not dead.

To do your own work well, whether it be for life or death.

To each person, their own way of death - with dignity.

To design the future effectively, you must first let go of your past.

To die is landing on some distant shore.

To die should be the most interesting journey of all the journeys a person can take.

To face death itself should not daunt you. Fear of death is ridiculous, because as long as you are not dead you are alive, and when you are dead there is noting more to worry about!

To fear death is nothing other than to think oneself wise when one is not. For it is to think one knows what one does not know. No one knows whether death may not even turn out to be the greatest blessings of human beings. And yet people fear it as if they knew for certain it is the greatest evil.

To fear death is the way to live long; to lie afraid of death is to be long a dying.

To fear death, my friends, is only to think ourselves wise, without being wise: for it is to think that we know what we do not know. For anything that men can tell, death may be the greatest good that can happen to them: but they fear it as if they knew quite well that it was the greatest of evils. And what is this but that shameful ignorance of thinking that we know what we do not know?

To forgive and be forgiven, if it's the last thing I do, then in death's release I may find the peace that in life I never knew.