Best 9776 quotes in «death quotes» category

God buries His workmen but carries on His work.

God bless... God damn.

God gives quietness at last.

God himself took a day to rest in, and a good man's grave is his Sabbath.

God hates the LUKEWARM GOSPEL OF HALF-TRUTHS that is now spreading over the Globe. This gospel says, 'Just believe in Jesus and you'll be Saved. There's nothing more to it.' It ignores the Whole Counsel of God, which speaks of Repenting from former Sins, of Taking up your Cross, of being conformed to the Image of Christ by the refining work of the Holy Spirit. It is totally silent about the Reality of Hell and an After-Death Judgment.

God is dead, God remains dead, and we have killed him.

God is favorable to those whom he makes to die by degrees; 'tis the only benefit of old age. The last death will be so much the less painful: it will kill but a quarter of a man or but half a one at most.

Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the Styrofoam cup-they all die. So do we.

Going out into life--that is dying. Christ is the door out of life.

Golden lads and girls all must as chimney sweepers come to dust.

Good design is good business.

Good bye, proud world! I'm going home; Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine

Good God! how often are we to die before we go quite off this stage? In every friend we lose a part of ourselves, and the best part.

Good men but see death, the wicked taste it.

Good news for senior citizens: Death is near!

Government and cooperation are in all things the laws of life. Anarchy and competition, the laws of death.

Go, stranger, and tell the Lacedaemonians that here we lie, obedient to their commands.

Great deeds are usually wrought at great risks.

Grief is itself a medicine.

Grief is not a disorder, a disease or sign of weakness. It is an emotional, physical and spiritual necessity, the price you pay for love. The only cure for grief is to grieve.

Grief that is dazed and speechless is out of fashion: the modern woman mourns her husband loudly and tells you the whole story of his death, which distresses her so much that she forgets not the slightest detail about it.

Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.

Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.

Growing old was simply a process of drawing closer to that ultimate independence called death.

Growing up leads to growing old and then to dying And dying to me don't sound like all that much fun

Having seen and felt the end, you have willed the means to the realization of the end.

Have you noticed that only death arouses our emotions? How we love thee friends who have just passed away, right? How we admire those master who no longer speak, their mouths full of dirt. We them we are not obligated.

Having read the inscriptions upon the tombstones of the great and little cemeteries, Wang Peng advised the Emperor to kill all the living and resurrect the dead.

Guess now who holds thee?'--'Death,' I said. But, there, The silver answer rang, . . . 'Not Death, but Love.

Has it ever occurred to you that how we deal with death is at least as important as how we deal with life?

Have the courage to live. Anyone can die.

Having the choice at the end of my life has become incredibly important. It has given me a sense of peace during a time that otherwise would be dominated by fear, uncertainty and pain.

He died a long painful death. However, you'll be happy to hear that just a few years later he was reincarnated as Shirley MacLaine.

Heaven, as conventionally conceived, is a place so inane, so dull, so useless, so miserable that nobody has ever ventured to describe a whole day in heaven, though plenty of people have described a day at the seaside.

Hell and Heaven are near man, yes, in him; and every man after death goes to that Hell or heaven in which he was, or to his spirit, during his abode in the world.

He has gone over to the majority.

He has outsoared the shadow of our night; envy and calumny and hate and pain, and that unrest which men miscall delight, can touch him not and torture not again; from the contagion of the world's slow stain, he is secure.

He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.

He is not dead, this friend; not dead, Gone some few, trifling steps ahead, And nearer to the end; So that you, too, once past the bend, Shall meet again, as face to face, this friend You fancy dead.

He [President Franklin D. Roosevelt] died in harness, and we may well say in battle harness, like his soldiers, sailors and airmen who died side by side with ours and carrying out their tasks to the end all over the world. What an enviable death was his.

Her cover version of Smells Like Teen Spirit is the reason Kurt killed himself.

He realised, more vividly than ever before, that art had two constant, two unending preoccupations: it is always meditating upon death and it is always thereby creating life.

He may look on death with joy, who can look on forgiveness with faith.

Hence the tension, the anxiety, the anguish of humanity. The more you fight with death, the more anxiety-ridden you will become, you are bound to become. That's a natural consequence of it.

Here lies one whose name was writ in water.

Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was white as leprosy, The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold.

Here will I live in the rainy season, here in the autumn and in the summer: thus muses the fool. He realizes not the danger (of death).

He's no failure. He's not dead yet.

He stopped loving her today, they placed a wreath upon his door.

He thought of the mouldering child, which laid its withered thin arms around his soul, as if it were his own, and to whom Death had given as much as a god gave to Endymion, — sleep, eternal youth, and immortality.