Best 9776 quotes in «death quotes» category

Beauty is fading, nor is fortune stable; sooner or later death comes to all.

Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.

Before a man dies, hold back and call him not happy but lucky.

Be certain that you do not die without having done something wonderful for humanity.

Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more, perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps 20. And yet it all seems limitless.

Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.

Before me now there is only one real fact -- Death. The truth I have been seeking -- this truth is Death. Yet Death is also a seeker. Forever seeking me. So -- we have met at last. And I am prepared. I am at peace. Because I will conquer death with death.

Being dead will be no different from being unborn -- I shall be just as I was in the time of William the Conqueror or the dinosaurs or the trilobites. There is nothing to fear in that.

Before I go to meet my Maker, I want to use the salt left in my shaker. I want to find out if it's true The Blue Danube is really blue, Before I kiss the world goodbye.

Be not as one that hath ten thousand years to live; death is nigh at hand: while thou livest, while thou hast time, be good.

Be near me when my light is low... And all the wheels of being slow.

Benjamin, we’re meant to lose the people we love. How else would we know how important they are to us?

Bereavement is the deepest initiation into the mysteries of human life, an initiation more searching and profound than even happy love.

Be of good hope in the face of death. Believe in this one truth for certain, that no evil can befall a good man either in life or death, and that his fate is not a matter of indifference to the gods.

Be thankful that you have a life, and forsake your vain and presumptuous desire for a second one.

Be sure the safest rule is that we should not dare to live in any scene in which we dare not die. But, once realise what the true object is in life — that it is not pleasure, not knowledge, not even fame itself, 'that last infirmity of noble minds' — but that it is the development of character, the rising to a higher, nobler, purer standard, the building-up of the perfect Man — and then, so long as we feel that this is going on, and will (we trust) go on for evermore, death has for us no terror; it is not a shadow, but a light; not an end, but a beginning!

Begin thinking of death and you are no longer sure of your life. It's a Hebrew proverb.

Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget.

Better to live or die, once and for all, than die by inches.

Better to be judged by twelve than carried by six

Better to reign in hell than serve in heav'n.

Birth, life, and death― each took place on the hidden side of a leaf.

Birth and death are not two different states, but they are different aspects of the same state.

Birth and Death are the two noblest expressions of bravery.

Birth leads to death, death precedes birth. So if you want to see life as it really is, it is rounded on both the sides by death. Death is the beginning and death is again the end, and life is just the illusion in between. You feel alive between two deaths; the passage joining one death to another you call life. Buddha says this is not life. This life is dukkha - misery. This life is death.

Birth, and copulation, and death; that's all the facts when you come to brass tacks.

Birth in the physical is death in the spiritual. Death in the physical is the birth in the spiritual.

Biography is to give a man some kind of shape after his death.

Birth was the death of him.

Brief life is here our portion.

Blind faith in your leaders, or in anything, will get you killed.

Brief and powerless is man's life; on him and all his race the slow, sure doom falls pitiless and dark.

Births and deaths are inevitable for man only during the state of ignorance in which he thinks he is the body and cannot exist without it. Only the man who will not seek the awakening of wisdom must suffer the nightmares and delusive dreams of births and deaths and the fanciful miseries and limitations attending them. (gt)

Bullfighting is the only art in which the artist is in danger of death and in which the degree of brilliance in the performance is left to the fighter's honor.

Both marriage and death ought to be welcome: the one promises happiness, doubtless the other assures it.

Bullets can harm you and death can disarm you, but no, you will not be deceived. Stripped of all virtue as you crawl through the dirt, you can give but you cannot receive.

But everybody is afraid of death; that too is contagious. Your parents are afraid of death, your neighbors are afraid of death. Small children start getting infected by this constant fear all around. Everybody is afraid of death. People don't even want to talk about death.

But, however many ways there may be of being alive, it is certain that there are vastly more ways of being dead, or rather not alive.

But life is sweet, though all that makes it sweet. Lessen like sound of friends departing feet; And death is beautiful as feet of friend. Coming with welcome at our journey's end.

Brethren, we are all sailing home; and by and by, when we are not thinking of it, some shadowy thing (men call it death), at midnight, will pass by, and will call us by name, and will say, "I have a message for you from home; God wants you; heaven waits for you.

But man grows old, lies down, remains where once he's laid.

But only agony, and that has ending; And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.

But the best I've known Stays here, and changes, breaks, grows old, is blown About the winds of the world, and fades from brains Of living men, and dies.

But how to know the falsity of death? How can we know there is no death? Until we know that, our fear of death will not go either. Until we know the falsity of death, our lives will remain false. As long as there is fear of death, there cannot be authentic life. As long as we tremble with the fear of death, we cannot summon the capacity to live our lives. One can live only when the shadow of death has disappeared forever. How can a frightened and trembling mind live? And when death seems to be approaching every second, how is it possible to live? How can we live?

But the peasants - how do the peasants die?

But we are so fond of life that we have no leisure to entertain the terror of death. It is a honeymoon with us all through, and none of the longest. Small blame to us if we give our whole hearts to this glowing bride of ours, to the appetities, to honour, to the hungry curiosity of the mind, to the pleasure of the eyes in nature, and the pride of our own nimble bodies.

But the great leveler, Death: not even the gods can defend a man, not even one they love, that day when fate takes hold and lays him out at last.

But we are not interested in death at all: rather, we escape the facts, we are continuously escaping the facts. Death is there, and every moment we are dying. Death is not something far away, it is here and now: we are dying. But while we are dying we go on being concerned about life. This concern with life, this over concern with life, is just an escape, just a fear. Death is there, deep inside - growing.

But I will be, A bridegroom in my death, and run into't As to a lover's bed.

But when once the earth has sucked up a dead man's blood, there is no way to raise him up.