Best 9776 quotes in «death quotes» category

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.

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 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.

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.

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.

He that cuts off twenty years of life Cuts off so many years of fearing death.

He [The Improved Man] will enjoy not only the sunshine of life, but will bear with fortitude the darkest days. He will have no fear of death. About the grave, there will be no terrors, and his life will end as serenely as the sun rises.

He that dies pays all debts.

He thought it happier to be dead, To die for Beauty, than live for bread

He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.

He was a great patriot, a humanitarian, a loyal friend; provided, of course, he really is dead.

He was deader than a shrunken head at a Hackey Sack festival.

He who does not want to die should not want to live. For life is tendered to us with the proviso of death. Life is the way to this destination.

He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.

He who is completely sanctified, or cleansed from all sin, and dies in this state, is fit for glory.

He who has a mistaken idea of life, will always have a mistaken idea of death.

He who is obsessed by death is made guilty by it.

He whom the gods love dies young, while he is in health, has his senses and his judgments sound.

He who pretends to look on death without fear lies. All men are afraid of dying, this is the great law of sentient beings, without which the entire human species would soon be destroyed.

He whom the gods love dies young, whilst he is full of health, perception, and judgment. [Lat., Quem dii diligunt, Adolescens moritur, dum valet, sentit, sapit.]

He who pretends to look upon death without fear, lies

He would make a lovely corpse.

His courtesy was somewhat extravagant. He would write and thank people who wrote to thank him for wedding presents and when he encountered anyone as punctilious as himself the correspondence ended only with death.

His death eclipsed the gayety of nations, and impoverished the public stock of harmless pleasure.

Hitherto man had to live with the idea of death as an individual; from now onward mankind will have to live with the idea of its death as a species.

History is replete with instances of men, who, by dying with courage and compassion on their lips converted the hearts of their violent opponents.

Hollywood is where they shoot too many pictures and not enough actors.

Homicide, /n./ The slaying of one human by another. There are four kinds of homicide: felonious, excusable, justifiable, and praiseworthy, but it makes no great difference to the person slain whether he died by one kind or another - the classification is for the advantage of the lawyers.

Honey, we all got to go sometime, reason or no reason. Dying's as natural as living. The man who's too afraid to die is too afraid to live.

How beautiful it is for a man to die Upon the walls of Zion! to be called Like a watch-worn and weary sentinel, To put his armour off, and rest in heaven!

Hoping they bury me with ammunition, weed, and shells. Just in case.

How beautiful is death, when earn'd by virtue!

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.

How could there be any question of acquiring or possessing, when the one thing needful for a man is to become - to be at last, and to die in the fullness of his being.

How anybody dresses is indicative of his self-concept. If students are dirty and ragged, it indicates they are not interested in tidying up their intellects either.

How gladly would I meet mortality, my sentence, and be earth in sensible! How glad would lay me down, as in my mother's lap! There I should rest, and sleep secure.

How do you recover from an extraordinary loss? Take stock of the loved ones around you. Hug them, love them, and cherish them. When you appreciate the joys in your life, it makes sorrow that much easier to swallow. Every day is a new day. Hope floats, so let it rise. God is love.

How fine is the mesh of death. You can almost see through it.

How frighteningly few are the persons whose death would spoil our appetite and make the world seem empty.