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Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.

Earth knows no desolation. She smells regeneration in the moist breath of decay.

Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again, And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix forever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mold.

Eat drink and be merry for tomorrow we may diet.

Either death is a state of nothingness and utter consciousness, or, as men say, there is a change and migration of the soul from this world to another. Now if death be of such a nature, I say that to die is to gain; for eternity is then only a single night.

Embrace your death. . . . Cherish your awareness of death as a gift from the universe.

ENTERTAINMENT, n. Any kind of amusement whose inroads stop short of death by injection.

Epitaph: An inscription on a tomb showing that virtues acquired by death have a retroactive effect.

Ere the dolphin dies Its hues are brightest. Like an infant's breath Are tropic winds before the voice of death.

Envy feeds on the living, after death it rests, then the honor of a man protects him.

Eternity is not something that begins after you are dead. It is going on all the time.

Eternal nothingness is fine if you happen to be dressed for it.

Eternity is now. Right now, right here, you're an infinite being. Once you get past the fear of death as an end, you merge with the infinite and feel the comfort and relief that this realization brings.

'E's all'ot sand an' ginger when alive, An''e's generally shammin' when'e's dead.

Even at our birth, death does but stand aside a little. And every day he looks toward us and muses somewhat to himself whether that day or the next he will draw nigh.

Even death after a long illness is without warning. The moment you had prepared for so carefully took you by storm. The troops broke through the window and snatched the body and the body is gone. ... Death reduces us to the baffled logic of a small child. If yesterday why not today?

Even if death were to fall upon you today like lightning, you must be ready to die without sadness and regret, without any residue of clinging for what is left behind. Remaining in the recognition of the absolute view, you should leave this life like an eagle soaring up into the blue sky.

Even if they don't know that you are practicing for them, you are helping them and in turn they are helping you. They are actively helping you to develop your compassion, and so to purify and heal yourself. For me, all dying people are teachers, giving to all those who help them a chance to transform themselves through developing their compassion.

Even in the scorched and frozen world of the dead after the holocaust The wheel as it turns goes on accreting ornaments.

Even Rome cannot grant us a dispensation from death.

Even nowadays a man can't step up and kill a woman without feeling just a bit unchivalrous.

Even the bold will fly when they see Death drawing in close enough to end their life.

Everybody dies but not everybody lives.

Even when your body does nothing, sin can be active in your mind. When your soul inwardly repulses the evil one's attack by means of prayer, attention, remembrance of death, godly sorrow and mourning the body, too, takes its share of holiness, having acquired freedom from evil actions. This is what the Lord meant by saying that someone who cleans the outside of the cup has not cleansed it inside, but clean the inside and the whole cup will be clean

Everybody dies, Sally. The thing is to die well.

Every day His servants are dying modestly and peacefully--not a word of victory on their lips; but Christ's deep triumph in their hearts--watching the slow progress of their own decay, and yet so far emancipated from personal anxiety that they are still able to think and plan for others, not knowing that they are doing any great thing. They die, and the world hears nothing of them; and yet theirs was the completest victory. They came to the battle field, the field to which they had been looking forward all their lives, and the enemy was not to be found. There was no foe to fight with.

Everybody is afraid of death for the simple reason that we have not tasted of life yet. The man who knows what life is, is never afraid of death; he welcomes death. Whenever death comes he hugs death, he embraces death, he welcomes death, he receives death as a guest. To the man who has not known what life is, death is an enemy; and to the man who knows what life is, death is the ultimate crescendo of life.

Every day in the mirror I watch death at work.

every death diminishes us, but those that leave differences unresolved and things unsaid are the most painful of all.

Everybody loves you when you're six foot in the ground.

Every day, therefore, should be regulated as if it were the one that brings up the rear, the one that rounds out and completes our lives.

Every contrivance of man, every tool, every instrument, every utensil, every article designed for use, of each and every kind, evolved from a very simple beginnings.

Every man at time of Death, Would fain set forth some saying that may live After his death and better humankind; For death gives life's last word a power to live, And, lie the stone-cut epitaph, remain After the vanished voice, and speak to men.

Every loss which we incur leaves behind it vexation in the memory, save the greatest loss of all, that is, death, which annihilates the memory, together with life.

Every man must do two things alone; he must do his own believing and his own dying.

Everyone's saved, we're in the grave. See you there for afternoon tea.

Everyone designs who devises courses of action aimed at changing existing situations into preferred ones.

Everything in the world finds peace - eventually.

Every thing admonishes us how needlessly long life is.

Everything is ephemeral, both that which remembers and that which is remembered.

Every parting gives a foretaste of death, every reunion a hint of the resurrection.

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

Everything you cherish Throws you over in the end Thorns will grab your ankles From the gardens that you tend.

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.

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.

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.