Best 9776 quotes in «death quotes» category

I was young and foolish then; now I am old and foolisher.

I will be conquered; I will not capitulate.

I will garden on the double run, my rhythm obvious in the ringing rakes, and trust in fate to keep me poor and kind and work until my heart is short, then go out slowly with a feeble grin, my fingers flexing but my eyes gone gray from cramps and the lack of oxygen.

I will not die an unlived life...I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me...I choose to risk my significance.

I will not insult you by trying to tell you that one day you will forget. I know as well as you that you will not. But, at least, in time you will not remember as fiercely as you do now - and I pray that that time may be soon.

I will tell you something about stories . . . They aren't just entertainment. Don't be fooled. They are all we have, you see, all we have to fight off illness and death.

I wonder if heaven got a ghetto?

I wonder what day I shall die on - one passes year by year over one's death day, as one might pass over one's grave.

I would have picked up the artificial heart and thrown it on the floor and walked out and said he's dead if the press had not been there.

I would like to die on Mars. Just not on impact.

I would not that death should take me asleep. I would not have him merely seize me, and only declare me to be dead, but win me, and overcome me. When I must shipwreck, I would do it in a sea, where mine impotency might have some excuse; not in a sullen weedy lake, where I could not have so much as exercise for my swimming.

I would rather die a meaningful death than to live a meaningless life.

Just girt me for the onset with Eternity, When breath blew back, And on the other side I heard recede the disappointed tide!

Just where death is expecting you is something we cannot know; so, for your part, expect him everywhere.

Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries.

Keep Looking Up was my life's admonition, I can do little else in my present position.

Keep out of Chancery. It's being ground to bits in a slow mill; it's being roasted at a slow fire; it's being stung to death by single bees; it's being drowned by drops; it's going mad by grains.

Just like those who are incurably ill, the aged know everything about their dying except exactly when.

Kill one man, and you are a murderer. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill them all, and you are a god.

Knowing about reincarnation helps us relax. It assists us with an understanding of death and dying. Death is not an end, quite the contrary.

Last night I dreamed I went to hillbilly heaven and you know who greeted me at the gate? The ole cowboy-philosopher himself, Will Rogers.

Lack of love for the vegetative, subtle, cthonic, pagan, and sexy aspect of the world means death.

Knowledge by suffering entereth, And life is perfected by death.

Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.

Lately, I've become accustomed to the way The ground opens up and envelopes me Each time I go out to walk the dog.

Lately, the only thing keeping me from being a serial killer is my distaste for manual labor.

Laughter. Yes, laughter is the Zen attitude towards death and towards life too, because life and death are not separate. Whatsoever is your attitude towards life will be your attitude towards death, because death comes as the ultimate flowering of life. Life exists for death. Life exists through death. Without death there will be no life at all. Death is not the end but the culmination, the crescendo. Death is not the enemy it is the friend. It makes life possible.

Late on the third day, at the very moment when, at sunset, ..., there flashed upon my mind, unforeseen and unsought, the phrase “Ehrfurcht vor dem Leben” (“reverence for life”).

Learning to live again without you is killing me.

Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north - wind's breath, And stars to set; but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!

Leisure without literature is death and burial alive.

Leaves die, but trees do not. They only undress.

Led by long years to my last hours, too late, O world, I know your joys for what they are. You promise a peace which is not yours to give and the repose that dies before it is born. The years of fear and shame to which Heaven now set a term, renew nothing in me but the old sweet error in which, living overlong a man kills his soul with no gain to his body. I say and I know having put it to the proof, that he has the better part in Heaven whose death falls nearest his birth.

Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains and mountains and streams of our blessed star, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed, and as beautiful as life.

Let me be boiled to death with melancholy.

Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O grave! where is thy victory? O death! where is thy sting?

Let all Black Poets die as trumpets, And be buried in the dust of marching feet.

Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity.

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death be like autumn leaves. Rabindranath Tagore What a simple thing death is, just as simple as the falling of an autumn leaf.

Let me arise and open the gate, to breathe the wild warm air of the heath, And to let in Love, and to let out Hate, And anger at living and scorn of Fate, To let in Life, and to let out Death.

Let people who have to observe sickness and death look back and try to register in their observation the appearances which have preceded relapse, attack or death, and not assert that there were none, or that there were not the right ones. A want of the habit of observing conditions and an inveterate habit of taking averages are each of them often equally misleading.

Let no man fear to die, we love to sleep all, and death is but the sounder sleep.

Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my funeral with mourning; for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men.

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.

Let us imagine a number of men in chains and all condemned to death, where some are killed each day in the sight of the others, and those who remain see their own fate in that of their fellows and wait their turn, looking at each other sorrowfully and without hope. It is an image of the condition of man.

Let us look upon a crucified Christ, the remedy of all our miseries. His cross hath procured a crown, his passion hath expiated our transgression. His death hath disarmed the law, his blood hath washed a believer's soul. This death is the destruction of our enemies, the spring of our happiness, and the eternal testimony of divine love.

Let us not doubt that God has a father's pity towards us, and that in the removal of that which is dearest to us He is still loving and kind. Death separates, but it also unites. It reunites whom it separates.

Life death all does end and each day dies with sleep.

Life and death are one thread, the same line viewed from different sides.

Life. Consider the alternative.