Death is the permanent end of the life of a biological organism. Death may refer to the end of life as either an event or condition. In many cultures and in the arts, death is considered a being or otherwise personified, wherein it is usually capitalized as "Death".
- Death is a black camel, which kneels at the gates of all.
- Abd-el-Kader, as reported in The Cyclopædia of Practical Quotations edited by Jehiel Keeler Hoyt (1882), p. 79
- Call no man happy till he is dead.
- Æschylus, Agamemnon, 938. Earliest reference. Also in Sophocles—Trachiniæ, and Œdipus Tyrannus
- It is written that the last enemy to be vanquished is death. We should begin early in life to vanquish this enemy by obliterating every trace of the fear of death from our minds. Then can we turn to life and fill the whole horizon of our souls with it, turn with added zest to all the serious tasks which it imposes and to the pure delights which here and there it affords.
- Felix Adler, Life and Destiny (1913), Section 8: Suffering and Consolation
- Let us learn from the lips of death the lessons of life. Let us live truly while we live, live for what is true and good and lasting. And let the memory of our dead help us to do this. For they are not wholly separated from us, if we remain loyal to them. In spirit they are with us. And we may think of them as silent, invisible, but real presences in our households.
- Felix Adler, Life and Destiny (1913), Section 8: Suffering and Consolation
- The bitter, yet merciful, lesson which death teaches us is to distinguish the gold from the tinsel, the true values from the worthless chaff.
The terrible events of life are great eye-openers. They force us to learn that which it is wholesome for us to know, but which habitually we try to ignore — namely, that really we have no claim on a long life; that we are each of us liable to be called off at any moment, and that the main point is not how long we live, but with what meaning we fill the short allotted span — for short it is at best.
- Felix Adler, Life and Destiny (1913), Section 8: Suffering and Consolation
- But when the sun in all his state,
Illumed the eastern skies,
She passed through glory's morning gate,
And walked in Paradise.
- James Aldrich, A Death Bed, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Somewhere, in desolate, wind-swept space,
In twilight land, in no man's land,
Two hurrying shapes met face to face
And bade each other stand.
"And who are you?" cried one, a-gape,
Shuddering in the glimmering light.
"I know not," said the second shape,
"I only died last night."
- Thomas Bailey Aldrich, Identity, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- The white sail of his soul has rounded
- William Alexander, The Icebound Ship, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Every breath you take is a step towards death.
- In its flight from death, the craving for permanence clings to the very things sure to be lost in death.
- Hannah Arendt, Love and Saint Augustine (1929), edited by Joanna Vecchiarelli Scott and Judith Chelius Stark (Chicago: 1996), p. 17
- Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before,
Advanced a stage or two upon that road
Which you must travel in the steps they trod.
- Aristophanes, Fragment, II; translation by Cumberland, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- He who died at Azan sends
This to comfort all his friends:
Faithful friends! It lies I know
Pale and white and cold as snow;
And ye say, "Abdallah's dead!"
Weeping at the feet and head.
I can see your falling tears,
I can hear your sighs and prayers;
Yet I smile and whisper this:
I am not the thing you kiss.
Cease your tears and let it lie;
It was mine—it is not I.
- Edwin Arnold, He Who Died at Azan, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Her cabin'd ample spirit,
It fluttered and fail'd for breath;
Tonight it doth inherit
The vasty hall of death.
- Matthew Arnold, Requiescat, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Our bodies are prisons for our souls. Our skin and blood, the iron bars of confinement. But fear not. All flesh decays. Death turns all to ash. And thus, death frees every soul.
- It is not death that a man should fear, but never beginning to live.
- Marcus Aurelius, Meditations
- Death is a friend of ours; and he that is not ready to entertain him is not at home.
- Francis Bacon, An Essay on Death published in The Remaines of the Right Honourable Francis Lord Verulam (1648) but may not have been written by Bacon
- Men fear death, as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children is increased with tales, so is the other.
- Francis Bacon, Essays, 2, 'Of Death'
- It is worthy the observing, that there is no passion in the mind of man, so weak, but it mates, and masters, the fear of death; and therefore, death is no such terrible enemy, when a man hath so many attendants about him, that can win the combat of him. Revenge triumphs over death; love slights it; honor aspireth to it; grief flieth to it; fear preoccupieth it.
- Francis Bacon, Essays (1625), Of Death
- I have often thought upon death, and I find it the least of all evils.
- Francis Bacon, An Essay on Death
- Pompa mortis magis terret quam mors ipsa.
- The pomp of death alarms us more than death itself.
- It is as natural to die as to be born; and to a little infant, perhaps, the one is as painful as the other.
- Francis Bacon, Essays, Of Death, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- What then remains, but that we still should cry
Not to be born, or being born to die.
- Ascribed to Francis Bacon; paraphrase of a Greek epigram, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Life hath more awe than death.
- Philip James Bailey, Festus (1839), scene Wood and Water
- Death is the universal salt of states;
Blood is the base of all things — law and war.
- Philip James Bailey, Festus (1839), scene A Country Town
- The death-change comes.
Death is another life. We bow our heads
At going out, we think, and enter straight
Another golden chamber of the king's,
Larger than this we leave, and lovelier.
And then in shadowy glimpses, disconnect,
The story, flower-like, closes thus its leaves.
The will of God is all in all. He makes,
Destroys, remakes, for His own pleasure, all.
- Philip James Bailey, Festus (1813), scene Home
- So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;
So gently shuts the eye of day;
So dies a wave along the shore.
- Anna Letitia Barbauld, The Death of the Virtuous, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- To me the honour is sufficient of belonging to the universe — such a great universe, and so grand a scheme of things. Not even Death can rob me of that honour. For nothing can alter the fact that I have lived; I have been I, if for ever so short a time. And when I am dead, the matter which composes my body is indestructible — and eternal, so that come what may to my 'Soul,' my dust will always be going on, each separate atom of me playing its separate part — I shall still have some sort of a finger in the pie. When I am dead, you can boil me, burn me, drown me, scatter me — but you cannot destroy me: my little atoms would merely deride such heavy vengeance. Death can do no more than kill you.
- W. N. P. Barbellion (Bruce Frederick Cummings), in The Journal of a Disappointed Man (1920)
- It is only the dead who do not return.
- Bertrand Barère, speech (1794), as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- When we come to die, we shall be alone. From all our worldly possessions we shall be about to part. Worldly friends — the friends drawn to us by our position, our wealth, or our social qualities, — will leave us as we enter the dark valley. From those bound to us by stronger ties — our kindred, our loved ones, children, brothers, sisters, and from those not less dear to us who have been made our friends because they and we are the friends of the same Saviour, — from them also we must part. Yet not all will leave us. There is One who "sticketh closer than a brother" — One who having loved His own which are in the world loves them to the end.
- Albert Barnes, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 176
- To die would be an awfully big adventure.
- J. M. Barrie, Peter Pan, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- But whether on the scaffold high,
Or in the battle's van,
The fittest place where man can die
Is where he dies for man.
- Michael J. Barry, The Place to Die, in The Dublin Nation (Sept. 28, 1844), Volume II, p. 809
- What a power has Death to awe and hush the voices of this earth! How mute we stand when that presence confronts us, and we look upon the silence he has wrought in a human life! We can only gaze, and bow our heads, and creep with our broken, stammering utterances under the shelter of some great word which God has spoken, and in which we see through the history of human sorrow the outstretching and overshadowing of the eternal arms.
- Walton W. Battershall, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 174
- To the Christian, these shades are the golden haze which heaven's light makes, when it meets the earth, and mingles with its shadows.
- Henry Ward Beecher, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 176
- And when no longer we can see Thee, may we reach out our hands, and find Thee leading us through death to immortality and glory.
- Henry Ward Beecher, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 179
- So we fall asleep in Jesus. We have played long enough at the games of life, and at last we feel the approach of death. We are tired out, and we lay our heads back on the bosom of Christ, and quietly fall asleep.
- Henry Ward Beecher, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 184
- Dear brethren, our ship is sailing fast. We shall soon hear the rasping of the shallows, and the commotion overhead which bespeaks the port in view. When it comes to that, how will you feel? Are you a stranger, or a convict, or are you going home?
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."
- Henry Ward Beecher, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 185
- For certain is death for the born
And certain is birth for the dead;
Therefore over the inevitable
Thou shouldst not grieve.
- Bhagavad Gita, Chapter 2
- Never the spirit was born, the spirit shall cease to be never. Never was time it was not, end and beginning are dreams.
- Generals gathered in their masses
just like witches at black masses.
Evil minds that plot destruction,
sorcerer of death's construction.
- How shocking must thy summons be, O Death!
To him that is at ease in his possessions!
Who, counting on long years of pleasure here,
Is quite unfurnished for the world to come!
In that dread moment, how the frantic soul
Raves round the walls of her clay tenement;
Runs to each avenue, and shrieks for help;
But shrieks in vain.
- Robert Blair, The Grave, line 350
- Sure 'tis a serious thing to die! My soul!
What a strange moment must it be, when, near
Thy journey's end, thou hast the gulf in view!
That awful gulf, no mortal e'er repass'd
To tell what's doing on the other side.
- Robert Blair, The Grave, line 369
- 'Tis long since Death had the majority.
- Robert Blair, The Grave, line 451. Please "The Great Majority" found in Plautus. Trinium, II. 214
- All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain... we can be like they are
Come on baby... don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand... don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly... don't fear the reaper
Baby I'm your man...
- When I lived, I provided for every thing but death; now I must die, and am unprepared.
- Caesar Borgia, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 176
- Beyond the shining and the shading
I shall be soon.
Beyond the hoping and the dreading
I shall be soon.
Love, rest and home—
Lord! tarry not, but come.
- Horatius Bonar, Beyond the Smiling and the Weeping, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, in sure and certain hope of the resurrection.
- Book of Common Prayer, Burial of the Dead, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Man that is born of a woman hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery. He cometh up, and is cut down, like a flower; he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay.
- Book of Common Prayer, Burial of the Dead; quoting from Job, XIV. 1, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- In the midst of life we are in death.
- Book of Common Prayer, Burial of the Dead. Media vita in morte sumus. From a Latin antiphon. Found in the choirbook of the monks of St. Gall. Said to have been composed by Notker ("The Stammerer") in 911, while watching some workmen building a bridge at Martinsbrücke, in peril of their lives. Luther's antiphon "De Morte" Hymn XVIII is taken from this, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there. It doesn't matter what you do, he said, so as long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away.
- Here. Astride the top of nothingness, I suddenly receive the call of death. Who, in passing, tells me that it’s nothing. Nothing more than the absence of the word itself. Noting more, and simply nothingness.
- Giannina Braschi, Empire of Dreams (1988)
- 'Mid youth and song, feasting and carnival,
Through laughter, through the roses, as of old
Comes Death, on shadowy and relentless feet
Death, unappeasable by prayer or gold;
Death is the end, the end.
Proud, then, clear-eyed and laughing, go to greet
Death as a friend!
- Rupert Brooke, Second Best, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Oh! death will find me, long before I tire
Of watching you; and swing me suddenly
Into the shade and loneliness and mire
Of the last land!
- Rupert Brooke, Sonnet (Collection 1908–1911), as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- A little before you made a leap in the dark.
- Sir Thomas Browne, Works, II, 26 (1708 edition); Letters from the Dead (1701), Works, II, p. 502
- The thousand doors that lead to death.
- Sir Thomas Browne, Religio Medici (1642), Part I, Section XLIV
- We all labour against our own cure; for death is the cure of all disease.
- Sir Thomas Browne, Religio Medici (1642), Part II, Section IX
- Pliny hath an odd and remarkable Passage concerning the Death of Men and Animals upon the Recess or Ebb of the Sea.
- Sir Thomas Browne, Letter to a Friend, Section 7
- O Earth, so full of dreary noises!
O men, with wailing in your voices!
O delved gold, the waller's heap!
O strife, O curse, that o'er it fall!
God makes a silence through you all,
And "giveth His beloved, sleep."
- Elizabeth Browning, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 183
- For I say, this is death and the sole death,
When a man's loss comes to him from his gain,
Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance,
And lack of love from love made manifest.
- Robert Browning, A Death in the Desert, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- The grand perhaps.
- Robert Browning, Bishop Blougram's Apology, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Fear Death? – to feel the fog in my throat,
The mist in my face.
- Robert Browning, Prospice
- Sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave
Like one that wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
- William Cullen Bryant, Thanatopsis
- All that tread
The globe are but a handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom.
- William Cullen Bryant, Thanatopsis
- So he passed over and all the trumpets sounded
For him on the other side.
- John Bunyan, Pilgrim's Progress. Death of Valiant for Truth. Close of Part II
- Dying visions of angels and Christ and God and heaven are confined to credibly good men. Why do not bad men have such visions? They die of all sorts of diseases; they have nervous temperaments; they even have creeds and hopes about the future which they cling to with very great tenacity; why do not they rejoice in some such glorious illusions when they go out of the world?
- Enoch Fitch Burr, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 182
- Die Todten reiten schnell.
- The dead ride swiftly.
- Gottfried Bürger, Leonore, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- But, oh! fell Death's untimely frost,
That nipt my flower sae early.
- Robert Burns, Highland Mary, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- There is only rest and peace
In the city of Surcease
From the failings and the waitings 'neath the sun,
And the wings of the swift years
Beat but gently o'er the biers
Making music to the sleepers every one.
- Richard Eugene Burton, City of the Dead, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- They do neither plight nor wed
In the city of the dead,
In the city where they sleep away the hours.
- Richard Eugene Burton, City of the Dead, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- We wonder if this can be really the close,
Life's fever cooled by death's trance;
And we cry, though it seems to our dearest of foes,
"God give us another chance."
- Richard Eugene Burton, Song of the Unsuccessful, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Timor mortis morte pejor.
- The fear of death is worse than death.
- Robert Burton, The Anatomy of Melancholy (1621)
- Friend Ralph! thou hast
Outrun the constable at last!
- Samuel Butler, Hudibras, Part I (1663-64), Canto III, line 1,367
- Heaven gives its favourites — early death.
- Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
- Ah! surely nothing dies but something mourns!
- "Whom the gods love die young," was said of yore.
- Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep,
And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep.
- Oh, God! it is a fearful thing
To see the human soul take wing
In any shape, in any mood!
- Lord Byron, Prisoner of Chillon, Stanza 8
- Down to the dust! — and, as thou rott'st away,
Even worms shall perish on thy poisonous clay.
- Lord Byron, A Sketch
- But this we may positively state, that nobody has made any progress in the school of Christ unless he cheerfully looks forward to the day of his death and to the day of the final resurrection.
- John Calvin Golden Booklet of the True Christian Life, pg. 78
- To live in hearts we leave behind
is not to die.
- Thomas Campbell, Hallowed Ground (1825)
- Brougham delivered a very warm panegyric upon the ex-Chancellor, and expressed a hope that he would make a good end, although to an expiring Chancellor death was now armed with a new terror.
- Thomas Campbell, Lives of the Chancellors, Volume VII, p. 163
- And I still onward haste to my last night;
Time's fatal wings do ever forward fly;
So every day we live, a day we die.
- Thomas Campion, Divine and Moral Songs, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Oh man, at that end not much has been left of your excellence, nothing of all that you have been boasting about through life - only sex, fear, self-admiration and a few other things you are usually ashamed of.
- Karel Čapek, "Last Things of Man" (Stories from the Second Pocket, 1932)
- His religion, at best, is an anxious wish; like that of Rabelais, "a great Perhaps."
- Thomas Carlyle, Burns, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- I believe this thought, of the possibility of death — if calmly realised, and steadily faced would be one of the best possible tests as to our going to any scene of amusement being right or wrong. If the thought of sudden death acquires, for you, a special horror when imagined as happening in a theatre, then be very sure the theatre is harmful for you, however harmless it may be for others; and that you are incurring a deadly peril in going. 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!
- Qui nunc it per iter tenebricosum
Illuc unde negant redire quemquam.
- Who now travels that dark path from whose bourne they say no one returns.
- Catullus, Carmina, III. 11
- Soles occidere et redire possunt;
Nobis cum semel occidit brevis lux,
Nox est perpetua una dormienda.
- Suns may set and rise; we, when our short day has closed, must sleep on during one neverending night.
- Catullus, Carmina. V. 4
- When death hath poured oblivion through my veins,
And brought me home, as all are brought, to lie
In that vast house, common to serfs and thanes,—
I shall not die, I shall not utterly die,
For beauty born of beauty—that remains.
- Madison Cawein, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- If sudden, the visit of the Grim Reaper cannot be unwelcome.
- Fausto Cercignani in: Brian Morris, Simply Transcribed. Quotations from Writings by Fausto Cercignani, 2014, quote 53
- “Love the others and you will be loved!” is a saying that might sound as a terrible and unjust accusation against all the innocents that have been hated and perhaps even tortured and killed.
- Fausto Cercignani in: Brian Morris, Simply Transcribed. Quotations from Writings by Fausto Cercignani, 2014, quote 58
- "For all that let me tell thee, brother Panza," said Don Quixote, "that there is no recollection which time does not put an end to, and no pain which death does not remove."
"And what greater misfortune can there be," replied Panza, "than the one that waits for time to put an end to it and death to remove it?"
- Miguel de Cervantes, Don Quixote (1605-15), Part I, Chapter XV
- It singeth low in every heart,
We hear it each and all,—
A song of those who answer not,
However we may call;
They throng (he silence of the breast,
We see them as of yore,—
The kind, the brave, the true, the sweet,
Who walk with us no more.
- John W. Chadwick, Auld Lang Syne, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- This character wherewith we sink into the grave at death is the very character wherewith we shall reappear at the resurrection.
- Thomas Chalmers, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 180
- When I hear it contended that the least sensitive are, on the whole, the most happy, I recall the Indian proverb: “It’s better to sit than to stand, it is better lie down than to sit, but death is best of all.”
- Nicolas Chamfort, Maxims and Considerations, E. P. Mathers, trans. (1926), #155 (Parmée 131)
- Neither modern science nor ancient religion believes in complete free thought. Theology rebukes certain thoughts by calling them blasphemous. Science rebukes certain thoughts by calling them morbid. For example, some religious societies discouraged men more or less from thinking about sex. The new scientific society definitely discourages men from thinking about death; it is a fact, but it is considered a morbid fact.
- G. K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy (1908), p. 36
- Death is not the end. Death can never be the end. Death is the road. Life is the traveller. The soul is the guide.
- Sri Chinmoy, My Rose Petals (1971)
- At length, fatigued with life, he bravely fell,
And health with Boerhaave bade the world farewell.
- Benjamin Church, The Choice (1754)
- Ex vita discedo, tanquam ex hospitio, non tanquam ex domo.
- I depart from life as from an inn, and not as from my home.
- Cicero, De Senectute, 23
- Emori nolo: sed me esse mortuum nihil æstimo.
- Translation: I do not wish to die: but I care not if I were dead.
- Cicero, Tusculanarum Disputationum, I. 8. translation of verse of Epicharmus
- Vetat dominans ille in nobis deus, injussu hinc nos suo demigrare.
- The divinity who rules within us, forbids us to leave this world without his command.
- Cicero, Tusculanarum Disputationum, I. 30
- Undique enim ad inferos tantundem viæ est.
- There are countless roads on all sides to the grave.
- Cicero, Tusculanarum Disputationum, I. 43
- Supremus ille dies non nostri extinctionem sed commutationem affert loci.
- That last day does not bring extinction to us, but change of place.
- Cicero, Tusculanarum Disputationum, I. 49
- Some men make a womanish complaint that it is a great misfortune to die before our time. I would ask what time? Is it that of Nature? But she, indeed, has lent us life, as we do a sum of money, only no certain day is fixed for payment. What reason then to complain if she demands it at pleasure, since it was on this condition that you received it.
- Cicero, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Death, to a good man is but passing through a dark entry, out of one little dusky room of his Father's house into another that is fair and large, lightsome and glorious, and divinely entertaining.
- Adam Clarke, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 178
- Omnia mors æquat.
- Death levels all things.
- Claudianus, De Raptu Proserpinæ, II. 302
- Death knows no rank.
- Mors sceptra ligonibus æquat.
- Death equalizes the scepter and the spade
- Inscribed over a 14th Century mural painting once at Battle Church, Sussex. Included in the 12th Century Vers sur la Mort. Ascribed to Thibaut de Marly. Also the motto of one of Symeoni's emblematic devices. See Notes and Queries (May 1917), p. 134
- Our souls are prisoners of the terror of death, and the day is beautiful.
- Paulo Coelho, in Quinta Montanha [The Fifth Mountain](1998), Ch. 1
- Bloody pumps, face flat on the concrete. Here comes the white sheet. Mister Coroner, caught with some yellow tape, but the murderers escaped.
- How well he fell asleep!
Like some proud river, widening toward the sea;
Calmly and grandly, silently and deep,
Life joined eternity.
- Samuel Taylor Coleridge, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 183
- Mors dominos servis et sceptra ligonibus æquat,
Dissimiles simili conditione trahens.
- Death levels master and slave, the sceptre and the law, and makes the unlike like.
- Walter Colman, La Danse Machabre or Death's Duell (c. 1633)
- Death is like thunder in two particulars; we are alarmed at the sound of it; and it is formidable only from that which preceded it.
- Charles Caleb Colton, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 180
- Death comes with a crawl or he comes with a pounce,
And whether he's slow, or spry,
It isn't the fact that you're dead that counts,
But only, how did you die?
- Edmund Vance Cooke, How Did You Die?, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Qui ne craint point la mort ne craint point les menaces.
- He who does not fear death cares naught for threats.
- Pierre Corneille, Le Cid, II. 1
- Ut non ex vita, sed ex domo in domum videretur migrare.
- So that he seemed to depart not from life, but from one home to another.
- Cornelius Nepos, Atticus, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- And all you men, whom greatness does so please,
- Ye feast, I fear, like Damocles.
- If you your eyes could upwards move,
- (But you, I fear, think nothing is above)
- You would perceive by what a little thread
- The sword still hangs over your head.
- No tide of wine would drown your cares,
- No mirth or music over-noise your fears;
- The fear of death would you so watchful keep,
- As not to admit the image of it, sleep.
- Abraham Cowley, “Of Greatness”
- All flesh is grass, and all its glory fades
Like the fair flower dishevell'd in the wind;
Riches have wings, and grandeur is a dream;
The man we celebrate must find a tomb,
And we that worship him, ignoble graves.
- William Cowper, The Task (1785), Book III, line 261
- All has its date below; the fatal hour
Was register'd in Heav'n ere time began.
We turn to dust, and all our mightiest works
- William Cowper, The Task (1785), Book V, The Winter Morning Walk, line 540
- Two hands upon the breast,
And labor's done;
Two pale feet cross'd in rest,
The race is won.
- Dinah Craik, Now and Afterwards
- Life, that dares send
A challenge to his end,
And when it comes, say, "Welcome, friend!"
- Richard Crashaw, Wishes to his (Supposed) Mistress, Stanza 29
- She'l bargain with them; and will giue
Them GOD; teach them how to liue
In him; or if they this deny,
For him she'l teach them how to Dy.
- Richard Crashaw, Hymn to the Name and Honor of Saint Teresa, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- We are born, then cry,
We know not for why,
And all our lives long
Still but the same song.
- Nathaniel Crouch (attributed), in Fly Leaves (pub. 1854), taken from Bristol Drollery (1674)
- The most heaven-like spots I have ever visited, have been certain rooms in which Christ's disciples were awaiting the summons of death. So far from being a "house of mourning," I have often found such a house to be a vestibule of glory.
- Theodore L. Cuyler, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 183
- Death is utterly acceptable to consciousness and life. There has been endless times of numberless deaths, but neither consciousness nor life has ceased to arise. The felt quality and cycle to death has not modified the fragility of flowers, even the flowers within the human body.
- Adi Da, "Prologue", The Knee of Listening
- Round, round the cypress bier
Where she lies sleeping,
On every turf a tear,
Let us go weeping!
- George Darley, Dirge, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Sahara. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively outnumbers the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here.
- Richard Dawkins, 'Unweaving The Rainbow'; Dawkins has stated on many occasions that this passage will be read at his funeral.
- And though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds,
There's a lean fellow beats all conquerors.
- Thomas Dekker, Old Fortunatus (1599), Act I, scene 1
- I expressed just now my mistrust of what is called Spiritualism—… I owe it a trifle for a message said to come from Voltaire's Ghost. It was asked, "Are you not now convinced of another world?" and rapped out, "There is no other world — Death is only an incident in Life."
- William De Morgan, Joseph Vance, Chapter XI
- Death carries off a man who is gathering flowers and whose mind is distracted, as a flood carries off a sleeping village.
- Dhammapada, Verse 47; F. Max Müller, translator
- What argufies pride and ambition?
Soon or late death will take us in tow:
Each bullet has got its commission,
And when our time's come we must go.
- Charles Dibdin, Each Bullet has its Commission
- "People can't die, along the coast," said Mr. Peggotty, "except when the tide's pretty nigh out. They can't be born, unless it's pretty nigh in—not properly born, till flood. He's a-going out with the tide."
- Beloved in the Lord, if you only will lay hold of the Saviour's strength, and cast yourself entirely on His kind arms, with His dying grace He will do wonders for you in the dying hour. A great trembling may come upon you when you think of going down to tread the verge of Jordan: "for ye have not passed this way heretofore." But Jesus has; and you shall see His footprints on the shore. He will be your guide unto death, and through death.
- Alexander Dickson, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 183
- Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
- John Donne, in "Holy Sonnets, "Divine Poems", No. 17
- Soon for me the light of day
Shall forever pass away;
Then from sin and sorrow free,
Take me, Lord, to dwell with Thee.
- William Croswell Doane, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 177
- Welcome, thou kind deceiver!
Thou best of thieves! who, with an easy key,
Dost open life, and, unperceived by us,
Even steal us from ourselves.
- John Dryden, All for Love, Act V, scene 1
- Death in itself is nothing; but we fear
To be we know not what, we know not where.
- John Dryden, Aurengzebe, Act IV, scene 1
- So was she soon exhaled, and vanished hence;
As a sweet odour, of a vast expense.
She vanished, we can scarcely say she died.
- John Dryden, Elegiacs, To the Memory of Mrs. Anne Killegrew, line 303
- Of no distemper, of no blast he died,
But fell like autumn fruit that mellow'd long.
- John Dryden, Œdipus, Act IV, scene 1, line 265
- Heaven gave him all at once; then snatched away,
Ere mortals all his beauties could survey;
Just like the flower that buds and withers in a day.
- John Dryden, On the Death of Amyntas, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- He was exhal'd; his great Creator drew
His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.
- John Dryden, On the Death of a Very Young Gentleman, line 25
- Like a led victim, to my death I'll go,
And dying, bless the hand that gave the blow.
- John Dryden, The Spanish Friar, Act II, scene 1, line 64
- In the jaws of death.
- Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas, Divine Weekes and Workes, Second Week, First day
- One event happeneth to them all.
- Ecclesiastes, II. 14
- The grasshopper shall be a burden, and desire shall fail; because man goeth to his long home, and the mourners go about the streets.
- Ecclesiastes, XII. 5
- Judge none blessed before his death.
- Ecclesiasticus, XI. 28
- Death is the king of this world: 'tis his park
Where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain
Are music for his banquet.
- George Eliot, Spanish Gypsy (1868), Book II
- If we could know
Which of us, darling, would be first to go,
Who would be first to breast the swelling tide
And step alone upon the other side—
If we could know!
- Mrs. Foster Ely, If We could Know, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- He thought it happier to be dead,
To die for Beauty, than live for bread.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson, Beauty, line 25
- But learn that to die is a debt we must all pay.
- Euripides, Alcestis, 418. Also Andromache, 1,271
- Out of the strain of the Doing,
Into the peace of the Done;
Out in the thirst of Pursuing,
Into the rapture of Won.
Out of grey mist into brightness,
Out of pale dusk into Dawn—
Out of all wrong into rightness,
We from these fields shall be gone.
"Nay," say the saints, "Not gone but come,
Into eternity's Harvest Home."
- W. M. L. Fay, Poem in Sunday at Home (May, 1910), as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- He that always waits upon God is ready whenever He calls. Neglect not to set your accounts even; he is a happy man who to lives as that death at all times may find him at leisure to die.
- Owen Feltham, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 180
- I am not in the least surprised that your impression of death becomes more lively, in proportion as age and infirmity bring it nearer. God makes use of this rough trial to undeceive us in respect to our courage, to make us feel our weakness, and to keep us in all humility in His hands.
- François Fénelon, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 185
- Sit the comedy out, and that done,
When the Play's at an end, let the Curtain fall down.
- Thomas Flatman, The Whim, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Young Never-Grow-Old, with your heart of gold
And the dear boy's face upon you;
It is hard to tell, though we know it well,
That the grass is growing upon you.
- Alice Fleming, Spion Kop, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Death hath so many doors to let out life.
- We must all die!
All leave ourselves, it matters not where, when,
Nor how, so we die well; and can that man that does so
Need lamentation for him?
- John Fletcher, Valentinian (1610–14; published 1647), Act IV, scene 4
- "Paid the debt of nature." No; it is not paying a debt; it is rather like bringing a note to the bank to obtain solid gold for it. In this case you bring this cumbrous body which is nothing worth, and which you could not wish to retain long; you lay it down, and receive for it from the eternal treasures — liberty, victory, knowledge, rapture.
- John Foster, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 179
- When you take the wires of the cage apart, you do not hurt the bird, but help it. You let it out of its prison. How do vou know that death does not help me when it takes the wires of my cage down? — that it does not release me, and put me into some better place, and better condition of life?
- Bishop Randolph S. Foster, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 184
- If there is a meaning in life at all, then there must be a meaning in suffering. Suffering is an ineradicable part of life, even as fate and death.
- A dying man can do nothing easy.
- Benjamin Franklin, last words, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- La montagne est passée; nous irons mieux.
- The mountain is passed; now we shall get on better.
- Frederick the Great, said to be his last words, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Why fear death? It is the most beautiful adventure in life.
- Charles Frohman, last words before he sank in the wreck of the Lusitania, torpedoed by the Germans (7 May 1915), as reported through Rita Joliet, in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Drawing near her death, she sent most pious thoughts as harbingers to heaven; and her soul saw a glimpse of happiness through the chinks of her sicknesse broken body.
- Had [Christ] the death of death to death
Not given death by dying:
The gates of life had never been
To mortals open lying.
- On the tombstone of Rev. Fyge, in the churchyard of Castle-Camps, Cambridgeshire, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Life's race well run,
Life's work well done,
Life's crown well won,
Now comes rest.
- Epitaph of President James Garfield, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 177
- To die is landing on some silent shore,
Where billows never break nor tempests roar;
Ere well we feel the friendly stroke 'tis o'er.
- Sir Samuel Garth, The Dispensary (1699), Canto III, line 225
- The prince who kept the world in awe,
The judge whose dictate fix'd the law;
The rich, the poor, the great, the small,
Are levell'd; death confounds 'em all.
- John Gay, Fables (1727), Part II. Fable 16
- Dead as a door nail.
- Where the brass knocker, wrapt in flannel band,
Forbids the thunder of the footman's hand,
The' upholder, rueful harbinger of death,
Waits with impatience for the dying breath.
- John Gay, Trivia, Book II, line 467
- For dust thou art, and unto dust shall thou return.
- Genesis, III. 19
To the man whom death’s wing has touched, what once seemed important is so no longer; and other things become so which once did not seem important or which he did not even know existed. The layers of acquired knowledge peel away from the mind like a cosmetic and reveal, in patches, the naked flesh beneath, the authentic being hidden there.
Henceforth this was what I sought to discover: the authentic being, “the old Adam” whom the Gospels no longer accepted; the man whom everything around me—books, teachers, family and I myself—had tried from the first to suppress. And I had already glimpsed him, faint, obscured by their encrustations, but all the more valuable, all the more urgent. I scorned henceforth that secondary, learned being whom education had pasted over him.
And I would compare myself to a palimpsest; I shared the thrill of the scholar who beneath more recent script discovers. on the same paper, an infinitely more precious ancient text.
- André Gide, Michael in The Immoralist, R. Howard trans., p. 51
- What if thou be saint or sinner,
Crooked gray-beard, straight beginner,—
Empty paunch, or jolly dinner,
When Death thee shall call.
All alike are rich and richer,
King with crown, and cross-legged stitcher,
When the grave hides all.
- R. W. Gilder, Drinking Song, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- None who e'er knew her can believe her dead;
Though, should she die, they deem it well might be
Her spirit took its everlasting flight
In summer's glory, by the sunset sea,
That onward through the Golden Gate is fled.
Ah, where that bright soul is cannot be night.
- R. W. Gilder, "H. H."
- He had never feared the entity Death but was often afraid of dying.
- Phyllis Gotlieb, Blue Apes (Originally published in The Berkley Showcase: New Writings in Science Fiction and Fantasy, Vol. 4 (July 1981) and reprinted in her collection Son of the Morning and Other Stories)
- Can storied urn or animated bust
Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath?
Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust,
Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?
- Thomas Gray, Elegy, Stanza 11
- He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time:
The living throne, the sapphire blaze,
Where angels tremble while they gaze,
He saw; but blasted with excess of light,
Closed his eyes in endless night.
- Thomas Gray, Progress of Poesy, III. 2, line 99
- Fling but a stone, the giant dies.
- Matthew Green, The Spleen, line 93
- When life is woe,
And hope is dumb,
The World says, "Go!"
The Grave says, "Come!"
- Arthur Guiterman, Betel-Nuts, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Man has the possibility of existence after death. But possibility is one thing and the realization of the possibility is quite a different thing.
- Every one of those unfortunates during the process of existence should constantly sense and be cognizant of the inevitability of his own death as well as of the death of everyone upon whom his eyes or attention rests. Only such a sensation and such a cognizance can now destroy the egoism completely crystallized in them that has swallowed up the whole of their Essence, and also that tendency to hate others which flows from it.
- The sole means now for the saving of the beings of the planet Earth would be to implant again into their presences a new organ … of such properties that every one of these unfortunates during the process of existence should constantly sense and be cognizant of the inevitability of his own death as well as the death of everyone upon whom his eyes or attention rests. Only such a sensation and such a cognizance can now destroy the egoism completely crystallized in them.
- Death borders upon our birth; and our cradle stands in our grave.
- Bishop Hall, Epistles, Decade III. Ep, II
- Come to the bridal-chamber, Death!
Come to the mother's, when she feels,
For the first time, her first-born's breath!
Come when the blessed seals
That close the pestilence are broke,
And crowded cities wail its stroke!
- Fitz-Greene Halleck, Marco Bozzaris
- Ere the dolphin dies
Its hues are brightest. Like an infant's breath
Are tropic winds before the voice of death.
- Fitz-Greene Halleck, Fortune, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- We shall be in the midst of some great work, when the tools shall drop from our relaxing fingers, and we shall work no more; we shall be planning some mighty project — house, business, society, book — when in one shattering moment all our thoughts shall perish. Life shall seem strong in us when we shall find that it is done. Oh, how happy they to whom all that remains is immortality; happy you who have that confidence in the Saviour, that, although nature start at the sudden midnight cry, "The Bridegroom cometh!" faith shall answer, the moment that we remember who He is, "Even so, come, Lord Jesus!"
- James Hamilton, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 175
- All life is surrounded by a great circumference of death; but to the believer in Jesus, beyond this surrounding death is a boundless sphere of life. He has only to die once to be done with death forever.
- James Hamilton, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 177
- Seek such union to the Son of God, as, leaving no present death within, shall make the second death impossible, and shall leave in all your future only that shadow of death which men call dissolution, and which the gospel calls sleeping in Jesus.
- James Hamilton, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 181
- "Come and see how a Christian can die," said the dying sage to his pupil; how would it do to say, "Come and see how an infidel can die?" How would it have done for Voltaire to say this, who, in his panic at the prospect of eternity, offered his physician half his fortune for six weeks more of life?
- James Hamilton, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 182
- And now, with busy, but noiseless process, the Comforter is giving the last finish to the sanctifying work, and making the heir of glory meet for home, till, at a signal given, the portal opens, and even the numb body feels the burst of blessedness as the rigid features smile and say, "I see Jesus," then leave tne vision pictured on the pale but placid brow.
- James Hamilton, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 183
- When at last the angels come to convey your departing spirit to Abraham's bosom, depend upon it, however dazzling in their newness they may be to you, you will find that your history is no novelty, and you yourself no stranger to them.
- James Hamilton, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 185
- Yes, even pricks turn into top blokes after death
- The ancients dreaded death: the Christian can only fear dying.
- J. C. and A. W. Hare, Guesses at Truth, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- And I hear from the outgoing ship in the bay
The song of the sailors in glee:
So I think of the luminous footprints that bore
The comfort o'er dark Galilee,
And wait for the signal to go to the shore,
To the ship that is waiting for me.
- On a lone barren isle, where the wild roaring billows
Assail the stern rock, and the loud tempests rave,
The hero lies still, while the dew-drooping willows,
Like fond weeping mourners, lean over his grave.
The lightnings may flash and the loud thunders rattle;
He heeds not, he hears not; he's free from all pain.
He sleeps his last sleep, he has fought his last battle;
No sound can awake him to glory again!
- Attributed to Lyman Heath, The Grave of Bonaparte, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Death rides on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower.
- Bishop Heber, At a Funeral, Stanza 3, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- 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.
- Felicia Hemans, Hour of Death, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- "Passing away" is written on the world and all the world contains.
- Felicia Hemans, Passing Away, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
- What is Death
But Life in act? How should the Unteeming Grave
Be victor over thee,
Mother, a mother of men?
- W. E. Henley, Echoes, XLVI. Matri Dilectissimæ
- So be my passing.
My task accomplished and the long day done,
My wages taken, and in my heart
Some late lark singing,
Let me be gathered to the quiet west,
The sundown splendid and serene,
- W. E. Henley, Margaritæ Sorori
Those incantations of the Spring
That made the heart a centre of miracles
Grow formal, and the wonder-working bours
Arise no more — no more.
Something is dead . . .
'Tis time to creep in close about the fire
And tell grey tales of what we were, and dream
Old dreams and faded, and as we may rejoice
In the young life that round us leaps and laughs,
A fountain in the sunshine, in the pride
Of God's best gift that to us twain returns,
Dear Heart, no more — no more.
- William Ernest Henley, Rhymes And Rhythms, "Prologue"
- Who says that we shall pass, or the fame of us fade and die,
While the living stars fulfil their round in the living sky?
- William Ernest Henley, Rhymes And Rhythms, II
- Life is worth Living
Through every grain of it,
From the foundations
To the last edge
Of the cornerstone, death.
- William Ernest Henley, Rhymes And Rhythms, XII
Think on the shame of dreams for deeds,
The scandal of unnatural strife,
The slur upon immortal needs,
The treason done to life:
Arise! no more a living lie,
And with me quicken and control
Some memory that shall magnify
The universal Soul.
- William Ernest Henley, Rhymes And Rhythms, XII
- Dear, was it really you and I?
In truth the riddle's ill to read,
So many are the deaths we die
Before we can be dead indeed.
- William Ernest Henley, Rhymes And Rhythms, XV
- Life — give me life until the end,
That at the very top of being,
The battle-spirit shouting in my blood,
Out of the reddest hell of the fight
I may be snatched and flung
Into the everlasting lull,
The immortal, incommunicable dream.
- William Ernest Henley, Rhymes And Rhythms, XVI
- From the winter’s gray despair,
From the summer’s golden languor,
Death, the lover of Life,
Frees us for ever.
- William Ernest Henley, In Hospital (1908), p. 20
- Not lost, but gone before.
- Matthew Henry, Commentaries, Matthew II; itle of a song published in Smith's Edinburgh Harmony (1829)
- They are not amissi, but præmissi;
Not lost but gone before.
- Philip Henry, as quoted by Matthew Henry in his Life of Philip Henry
- Præmissi non amissi.
- Inscription on a tombstone in Stallingborough Church, Lincolnshire, England (1612), as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Not lost but gone before.
- Epitaph of Mary Angell in St. Dunstan's Church, Stephney, England (1693), as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Those that God loves, do not live long.
- George Herbert, Jacula Prudentum (1651)
- I know thou art gone to the home of thy rest—
Then why should my soul be so sad?
I know thou art gone where the weary are blest,
And the mourner looks up, and is glad;
I know thou hast drank of the Lethe that flows
In a land where they do not forget,
That sheds over memory only repose,
And takes from it only regret.
- Thomas Kibble Hervey, I Know Thou Art Gone, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Upon the Grave which swallows fast/'Tis peace at last, oh peace at last.
- And death makes equal the high and low.
- John Heywood, Be Merry Friends, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- (Mors, mortis morti mortem nisi morte dedisset [dedisses].)
- Death when to death a death by death hath given
Then shall be op't the long shut gates of heaven.
- Death when to death a death by death hath given
- Thomas Heywoode, Nine Bookes of various History concerning Women, Book II, of the Sybells
- Now I am about to take my last voyage, a great leap in the dark.
- Thomas Hobbes. His reported last words. Hence "Hobbes' voyage," expression used by Vanbrugh in The Provoked Wife, Act V, scene 6
- How frighteningly few are the persons whose death would spoil our appetite and make the world seem empty.
- Eric Hoffer, "Thoughts of Eric Hoffer, Including: ‘Absolute Faith Corrupts Absolutely,'" The New York Times Magazine (April 25, 1971), p. 62
- And when, in the evening of life, the golden clouds rest sweetly and invitingly upon the golden mountains, and the light of heaven streams down through the gathering mists of death, I wish you a peaceful and abundant entrance into that world of blessedness, where the great riddle of life will be unfolded to you in the quick consciousness of a soul redeemed and purified.
- Josiah Gilbert Holland, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 185
- When darkness gathers over all.
And the last tottering pillars fall,
Take the poor dust Thy mercy warms.
And mould it into heavenly forms.
- Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr., as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 179
- The mossy marbles rest
On the lips that he has pressed
In their bloom;
And the names he loved to hear
Have been carved for many a year
On the tomb.
- Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr., The Last Leaf, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Behold—not him we knew!
This was the prison which his soul looked through.
- Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr., The Last Look, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- And they die
An equal death,—the idler and the man
Of mighty deeds.
- Homer, The Iliad, Book IX, line 396; Bryant's translation
- He slept an iron sleep,—
Slain fighting for his country.
- Homer, The Iliad, Book XI, line 285; Bryant's translation
- It is not right to glory in the slain.
- Homer, The Odyssey of Homer, trans. George H. Palmer (1929), book 22, line 412, p. 288. Another translation is: "It isn't right to gloat over the dead." Homer's Odyssey, trans. Denison B. Hull (1978), p. 252
- One more unfortunate
Weary of breath,
Gone to her death!
- Thomas Hood, Bridge of Sighs, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- We watch'd her breathing thro' the night,
Her breathing soft and low,
As in her breast the wave of life
Kept heaving to and fro.
Our very hopes belied our fears,
Our fears our hopes belied;
We thought her dying when she slept,
And sleeping when she died.
- Thomas Hood, The Death-bed, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- 'Tis after death that we measure men.
- Pallida mors æquo pulsat pede pauperum tabernas
- Pale death, with impartial step, knocks at the hut of the poor and the towers of kings.
- Horace, Carmina, I. 4. 13
- Omnes una manet nox,
Et calcanda semel via leti.
- One night is awaiting us all, and the way of death must be trodden once.
- Horace, Carmina, I. 28. 15
- Omnes eodem cogimur; omnium
Versatur urna serius, ocius
- We are all compelled to take the same road; from the urn of death, shaken for all, sooner or later the lot must come forth.
- Horace, Carmina, II. 3. 25
- Omne capax movet urna nomen.
- In the capacious urn of death, every name is shaken.
- Horace, Carmina, III. 1. 16
- Cita mors ruit.
- Swift death rushes upon us.
- Horace, adapted from Satire 1. 8
- Aequa lege Necessitas
Sortitur insignes et imos;
Omne capax movet urna nomen.
- Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.
- Sweet and glorious it is to die for our country.
- Horace, Odes, book 3, ode 2, line 13. The Works of Horace, trans. J. C. Elgood (1893), p. 58; there have been various translations of this sentence, including that in the Modern Library edition, The Complete Works of Horace (1936), p. 217, "For country 'tis a sweet and seemly thing to die." Ernest Hemingway, in "Notes on the Next War," Esquire (September 1935), p. 156, said, "They wrote in the old days that it is sweet and fitting to die for one's country. But in modern war there is nothing sweet nor fitting in your dying."
- Melius est bene mori, quam male vivere (...) qui mortem metuit, amittit gaudia vitae; super omnia vincit veritas, vincit, qui occiditur, quia nulla ei nocet adversitas, si nulla ei dominatur iniquitas.
- It is better to die well, than to live wrongly (...) who is afraid of death loses the joy of life; truth prevails all, prevails who is killed, because no adversity can harm him, who is not dominated by injustice .
- Jan Hus in Letter to Christian of Prachatice, probably the most influential of his quotes, first adopted as the motto by Hussite warriors, centuries later this motto was inscribed on the banner of the Presidents of the Czechoslovakia and now (in Czech translation) is inscribed on the banner of the President of the Czech Republic. Quoted in John Huss: His Life, Teachings and Death, After Five Hundred Years (1915) by David Schley Schaff, p. 58
- In the democracy of the dead all men at last are equal. There is neither rank nor station nor prerogative in the republic of the grave.
- John James Ingalls, eulogy on the death of Representative James N. Burnes, January 24, 1889, reported in A Collection of the Writings of John James Ingalls (1902), p. 273
- We all do fade as a leaf.
- Isaiah. LXIV. 6
- Death's got to be easy, because life is hard. It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred.
- You're on your way to meet your maker... Are you ready? No exceptions to the rule; death is promised.
- And those slain by Jehovah in that day will be from one end of the earth clear to the other end of the earth. They will not be mourned, nor will they be gathered up or buried. They will become like manure on the surface of the ground.
- The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord.
- Job. I. 21
- He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
- Job, VII. 10
- The land of darkness and the shadow of death.
- Job. X. 21
- Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure — these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
- No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.
- Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
- And fear not them which kill the body, but are not able to kill the soul: but rather fear him which is able to destroy both soul and body in Hell.
- I saw him, I fell at his feet as dead. And he laid his right hand upon me, saying unto me, Fear not; I am the first and the last: I am he that liveth, and was dead; and, behold, I am alive for evermore, Amen; and have the keys of hell and of death.
- John of Patmos, in Book of Revelation 1:17-18
- When the Lamb broke the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth living creature saying, “Come.” I looked, and behold, an ashen horse; and he who sat on it had the name Death; and Hades was following with him. Authority was given to them over a fourth of the earth, to kill with sword and with famine and with pestilence and by the wild beasts of the earth.
- John of Patmos Revelation 6:7-8
- And I heard a great voice out of heaven saying, Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and he will dwell with them, and they shall be his people, and God himself shall be with them, and be their God. And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.
- John of Patmos, Revelation 21: 3–4 (KJV)
- Variant translations:
- With that I heard a loud voice from the throne say: “Look! The tent of God is with mankind, and he will reside with them, and they will be his people. And God himself will be with them. And he will wipe out every tear from their eyes, and death will be no more, neither will mourning nor outcry nor pain be anymore. The former things have passed away.
- I am not afraid to kill you for their is no death.
- Alejandro's Jodorowsky, El Topo
- Then with no fiery throbbing pain,
No cold gradations of decay,
Death broke at once the vital chain,
And freed his soul the nearest way.
- Samuel Johnson, Verses on the Death of Mr. Robert Levet, Stanza 9. ("No fiery throbs of pain" in first edition)
- Depend upon it, Sir, when a man knows he is to be hanged in a fortnight, it concentrates his mind wonderfully.
- Samuel Johnson, reported in James Boswell, Boswell's Life of Johnson, ed. George B. Hill, rev. and enl. ed., ed. L. F. Powell (1934), entry for September 19, 1777, vol. 3, p. 167
- Disease generally begins that equality which death completes.
- Samuel Johnson, The Rambler, vol. 1 (1793), p. 110
- Thou art but gone before,
Whither the world must follow.
- Ben Jonson, Epitaph on Sir John Roe, in Dodd's Epigrammatists, p. 190
- Mors sola fatetur
Quantula sint hominum corpuscula.
- Death alone discloses how insignificant are the puny bodies of men.
- Juvenal, Satires, X. 172
- Trust to a plank, draw precarious breath,
At most seven inches from the jaws of death.
- Juvenal, Satires, XII. 57. Gifford's translation
- Verse, Fame and beauty are intense indeed,
But Death intenser – Death is life's high mead.
- John Keats, Sonnet: Why did I laugh to-night?
- Love masters agony; the soul that seemed
Forsaken feels her present God again
And in her Father's arms
Contented dies away.
- John Keble, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 182
- Nemo impetrare potest a papa bullam nunquam moriendi.
- No one can obtain from the Pope a dispensation for never dying.
- Thomas à Kempis, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Dying is not a crime.
- Despite the solace of hypocritical religiosity and its seductive promise of an after-life of heavenly bliss, most of us will do anything to thwart the inevitable victory of biological death.
- Jack Kevorkian, describing his painting "Nearer My God To Thee", as quoted in "I Can Think of Life, and Nothing Else" by Cliff Walker (January 2002)
- When you and I behind the Veil are past.
- Strange—is it not?—that of the myriads who
Before us passed the door of Darkness through,
Not one returns to tell us of the road
Which to discover we must travel too.
- If being a kid is about learning how to live, then being a grown-up is about learning how to die.
- Narration; Stephen King, Christine, Part 1, Chapter 5
- Fear makes us blind, and we touch each fear with all the avid curiousity of self-interest, trying to make a whole out of a hundred parts, like the blind men with their elephant. We sense the shape. Children grasp it easily, forget it, and relearn it as adults. The shape is there, and most of us come to realize what it is sooner or later: it is the shape of a body under a sheet. All our fears add up to one great fear, all our fears are part of that great fear - an arm, a leg, a finger, an ear. We're afraid of the body under the sheet. It's our body. And the great appeal of horror fiction through the ages is that it serves as a rehearsal for our own deaths.
- Stephen King, Night Shift, foreword
- My friend, there will come one day to you a Messenger, whom you cannot treat with contempt. He will say, "Come with me;" and all your pleas of business cares and earthly loves will be of no avail. When his cold hand touches yours, the key of the counting-room will drop forever, and he will lead you away from all your investments, your speculations, your bank-notes and real estate, and with him you will pass into eternity, up to the bar of God. You will not be too busy to die.
- Abbott Eliot Kittredge, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 174
- Nay, why should I fear Death,
Who gives us life, and in exchange takes breath?
- Frederic L. Knowles, Laus Mortis, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- When I have folded up this tent
And laid the soiled thing by,
I shall go forth 'neath different stars,
Under an unknown sky.
- Frederic L. Knowles, The Last Word, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Painting the sensual with thy hues divine,—
- Thou turn'st away thy face, while scattering
- Perchance upon his brow some fading flowers,
- Of which he strives to twine a funeral crown,
- Spending his life to weave a wreath of death!
- Zygmunt Krasiński, The Undivine Comedy
- The thunderstorm is a constant phenomenon, raging alternately over some part of the world or the other. Can a single man or creature escape death if all that charge of lightning strikes the earth?
- Kalki Krishnamurthy, in "Sivakozhundu of Tiruvazhundur" as translated in Kalki: Selected Stories (1999)
- Gone before
To that unknown and silent shore.
- Charles Lamb, Hester, Stanza 1, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- One destin'd period men in common have,
The great, the base, the coward, and the brave,
All food alike for worms, companions in the grave.
- Lord Lansdowne, Meditation on Death, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- The first day after a death, the new absence
Is always the same; we should be careful
Of each other, we should be kind
While there is still time.
- Philip Larkin, "The Mower" (1979)
- We think each one will heave to and unload
- All good into our lives, all we are owed
- For waiting so devoutly and so long.
- But we are wrong:
- Only one ship is seeking us, a black-
- Sailed unfamiliar, towing at her back
- A huge and birdless silence. In her wake
- No waters breed or break.
- Philip Larkin, “Next, Please"
- Neither the sun nor death can be looked at with a steady eye.
- François de La Rochefoucauld, Maxims, 36
- 'What you love, you will love. What you undertake you will complete. You are a fulfiller of hope; you are to be relied on. But seventeen years give little armor against despair...Consider, Arren. To refuse death is to refuse life.
- O Time! consumer of all things; O envious age! thou dost destroy all things and devour all things with the relentless teeth of years, little by little in a slow death. Helen, when she looked in her mirror, seeing the withered wrinkles made in her face by old age, wept and wondered why she had twice been carried away.
- Leonardo da Vinci, The Notebooks of Leonardo Da Vinci (1938), XIX Philosophical Maxims. Morals. Polemics and Speculations., as translated by Edward MacCurdy
- You are a player in the rigorous game of living.
You can’t blame the game if you don’t believe the rules or bother to remember them.
The first rule is: every player dies; none knows when it’s coming; the youngest and best often go first.
Everyone has to play.
The game goes on forever – or until you win.
You win by finding death before it finds you.
The prize – is life.
- Barry Long, from the audio tape Seeing through Death (1983)
- And, as she looked around, she saw how Death, the consoler,
Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie (1847), Part II. V
- The young may die, but the old must!
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Christus, The Golden Legend (1872), Part IV. The Cloisters
- There is no confessor like unto Death!
Thou canst not see him, but he is near:
Thou needest not whisper above thy breath,
And he will hear;
He will answer the questions,
The vague surmises and suggestions,
That fill thy soul with doubt and fear.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Christus, The Golden Legend (1872), Part V. The Inn at Genoa
- Death never takes one alone, but two!
Whenever he enters in at a door,
Under roof of gold or roof of thatch,
He always leaves it upon the latch,
And comes again ere the year is o'er,
Never one of a household only.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Christus, The Golden Legend (1872), Part VI. The Farm-House in the Odenwald
- There is a Reaper whose name is Death,
And with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Reaper and the Flowers. Compare Arnim and Brentano—Erntelied, in Des Knaben Wunderhorn. (Ed. 1857), Volume I, p. 59
- There is no Death! What seems so is transition;
This life of mortal breath
Is but a suburb of the life elysian,
Whose portal we call Death.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Resignation, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- There is no flock, however watched and tended,
But one dead lamb is there!
There is no fireside howsoe'er defended,
But has one vacant chair.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Resignation, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Oh, what hadst thou to do with cruel Death,
Who wast so full of life, or Death with thee,
That thou shouldst die before thou hadst grown old!
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Three Friends of Mine, Part II, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Then fell upon the house a sudden gloom,
A shadow on those features fair and thin;
And softly, from the hushed and darkened room,
Two angels issued, where but one went in.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Two Angels, Stanza 9
- Were a star quenched on high,
For ages would its light,
Still travelling downward from the sky,
Shine on our mortal sight.
So when a great man dies,
For years beyond our ken,
The light he leaves behind him lies
Upon the paths of men.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, "Charles Sumner", stanzas 8 and 9, The Poetical Works of Longfellow (1893, reprinted 1975), p. 324
- J'avais cru plus difficile de mourir.
- I imagined it was more difficult to die.
- That is not dead which can eternal lie / And with strange aeons even Death may die.
- 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.
- James Russell Lowell, An Epistle to George William Curtis, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Victorosque dei celant, ut vivere durent felix esse mori.
- Translation: The gods conceal from those destined to live how sweet it is to die, that they may continue living.
- Marcus Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia, IV. 519
- Libera Fortunæ mors est; capit omnia tellus
- Death is free from the restraint of Fortune; the earth takes everything which it has brought forth.
- Marcus Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia, VII. 818
- Pavido fortique cadendum est.
- The coward and the courageous alike must die.
- Marcus Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia, IX. 582
- E mediis Orci faucibus ad hunc evasi modum.
- From the very jaws of death I have escaped to this condition.
- Lucretius, App. Met, VII, p. 191
- Adde repertores doctrinarum atque leporum;
Adde Heliconiadum comites; quorum unus Homerus
Sceptra potitus, eadem aliis sopitu quiete est.
- Nay, the greatest wits and poets, too, cease to live;
Homer, their prince, sleeps now in the same forgotten sleep as do the others.
- Nay, the greatest wits and poets, too, cease to live;
- Lucretius, De Rerum Natura, III. 1,049
- The axe is laid unto the root of the trees.
- Luke, III. 9
- What is our death but a night's sleep? For as through sleep all weariness and faintness pass away and cease, and the powers of the spirit come back again, so that in the morning we arise fresh and strong and joyous; so at the Last Day we shall rise again as if we had only slept a night, and shall be fresh and strong.
- Martin Luther, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 178
- To every man upon this earth
Death cometh soon or late,
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his gods?
- Thomas Babington Macaulay, 1st Baron Macaulay, Lays of Ancient Rome, Horatius, XXVII
- "In the midst of life we are in death," said one; it is more true that in the midst of death we are in life. Life is the only reality; what men call death is but a shadow — a word for that which cannot be — a negation, owing the very idea of itself to that which it would deny. But for life there could be no death. If God were not, there would not even be nothing. Not even nothingness preceded life. Nothingness owes its very idea to existence.
- George MacDonald, From "Life" (Essay)
- There is no such thing as death.
In nature nothing dies.
From each sad remnant of decay
Some forms of life arise.
- Charles Mackay, There is No Such Thing as Death, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- "God giveth His beloved sleep;" and in that peaceful sleep, realities, not dreams, come round their quiet rest, and fill their conscious spirits and their happy hearts with blessedness and fellowship. In His own time He will make the eternal morning dawn, and the hand that kept them in their slumbers shall touch them into waking, and shall clothe them when they arise according to the body of His own glory; and they, looking into His face, and flashing back its love, its light, its beauty, shall each break forth into singing as the rising light of that unsetting day touches their transfigured and immortal heads, in the triumphant thanksgiving, "I am satisfied, for I awake in Thy likeness."
- Alexander Maclaren, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 178
- If life has not made youby God's grace, through faith, holy — think you, will death, without faith do it? The cold waters of that narrow stream are no purifying bath in which you may wash and be clean. No! no! as you go down into them, you will come up from them.
- Alexander Maclaren, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 180
- I do not know why a man should be either regretful or afraid, as he watches the hungry sea eating away this "bank and shoal of time" upon which he stands, even though the tide has all but reached his feet — if he knows that God's strong hand will be stretched forth to him at the moment when the sand dissolves from under him, and will draw him out of many waters, and place him high above the floods on the stable land where there is "no more sea."
- Alexander Maclaren, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 184
- It is an ideal for which I am prepared to die.
- Nelson Mandela, I am prepared to die statement in the Rivonia trial, Pretoria Supreme court (20 April 1964)
- Death is something inevitable. When a man has done what he considers to be his duty to his people and his country, he can rest in peace. I believe I have made that effort and that is, therefore, why I will sleep for the eternity.
- Nelson Mandela, from an interview for the documentary Mandela (1994); also in From Nelson Mandela By Himself: The Authorised Book of Quotations © 2010 by Nelson R. Mandela and The Nelson Mandela Foundation
- All our knowledge merely helps us to die a more painful death than the animals that know nothing.
- Manilius. Joyzelle, Act I
- Nascentes morimur, finiaque ab origine pendet.
- We begin to die as soon as we are born, and the end is linked to the beginning.
- Manilius, Astronomica, IV. 16
- I want to meet my God awake.
- Hic rogo non furor est ne moriare mori?
- This I ask, is it not madness to kill thyself in order to escape death?
- Martial, Epigrams (c. 80-104 AD), II. 80. 2
- When the last sea is sailed and the last shallow charted,
When the last field is reaped and the last harvest stored,
When the last fire is out and the last guest departed
Grant the last prayer that I shall pray, Be good to me, O Lord.
- John Masefield, D'Avalos' Prayer, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- When Life knocks at the door no one can wait,
When Death makes his arrest we have to go.
- John Masefield, Widow in the Bye Street, Part II
- Death opens unknown doors. It is most grand to die.
- John Masefield, Pompey the Great, I
- She thought our good-night kiss was given,
And like a lily her life did close;
Angels uncurtain'd that repose,
And the next waking dawn'd in heaven.
- Gerald Massey, The Ballad of Babe Christabel, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Death hath a thousand doors to let out life.
I shall find one.
- Philip Massinger, A Very Woman, Act V, scene 4
- In this world, one day death is going to take the life from everything that you love. So while you're able, love what you have. Takes the death from your life.
- Mercy Ealing to Joe Carpenter, from Sole Survivor (2000 film), teleplay by Richard Christian Matheson
- Death is for the living and not for the dead.
- Floyd McClure in Gates of Heaven (1980)
- There is no death! the stars go down
To rise upon some other shore,
And bright in Heaven's jeweled crown,
They shine for ever more.
- At the end of your life, you're lucky if you die.
- Bret McKenzie, "Think About It Think Think About It" - Flight of the Conchords
- It nice it happen to you. Like you come to the island and had a holiday. Sun didn't burn you red-red, just brown. You sleep and no mosquito eat you. But the truth is, it bound to happen if you stay long enough. So take that nice picture you got in your head home with you, but don't be fooled. We lonely here mostly too. If we lucky, maybe, we got some nice pictures to take with us.
- Jamaican Woman, in Meet Joe Black, (1998)
- O that we may all be living in such a state of preparedness, that, when summoned to depart, we may ascend the summit whence faith looks forth on all that Jesus hath suffered and done, and exclaiming, " We have waited for Thy salvation, O Lord," lie down with Moses on Pisgah, to awake with Moses in paradise.
- Henry Melvill, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 181
- He whom the gods love dies young.
- There's nothing certain in man's life but this:
That he must lose it.
- Owen Meredith (Lord Lytton), Clytemnestra, Part XX
- No man who is fit to live need tear to die. Poor, timorous, faithless souls that we are! How we shall smile at our vain alarms when the worst has happened! To us here, death is the most terrible thing we know. But when we have tasted its reality, it will mean to us birth, deliverance, a new creation of ourselves. It will be what health is to the sick man. It will be what home is to the exile. It will be what the loved one given - back is to the bereaved. As we draw near to it, a solemn gladness should fill our hearts. It is God's great morning lighting up the sky. Our fears are the terror of children in the night. The night with its terrors, its darkness, its feverish dreams, is passing away; and when we awake, it will be into the sunlight of God.
- George S. Merriam, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 181
- If I should die to-night,
My friends would look upon my quiet face
Before they laid it in its resting-place,
And deem that death had left it almost fair.
- Robert C. V. Meyers, If I should Die Tonight, in 100 Choice Selections, No. 27, p. 172
- Death did not come to my mother
Like an old friend.
She was a mother, and she must
Up and down the bed she fought crying
Help me, but death
Was a slow child
- Josephine Miles, "Conception" (1974) st. 1–2; Collected Poems (1983)
- Aujourd'hui si la mort n' existait pas, il faudrait l'inventer.
- Today if death did not exist, it would be necessary to invent it.
- Death is delightful. Death is dawn,
The waking from a weary night
Of fevers unto truth and light.
- Joaquin Miller, Even So, Stanza 35
- Death cannot come To him untimely who is fit to die; The less of this cold world, the more of heaven; The briefer life, the earlier immortality.
- Henry Hart Milman, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 180
- O fairest flower; no sooner blown but blasted,
Soft, silken primrose fading timelessly.
- John Milton, Ode on the Death of a Fair Infant Dying of a Cough, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- So spake the grisly Terror.
- I fled, and cried out Death;
Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd
From all her caves, and back resounded Death.
- Before mine eyes in opposition sits
Grim Death, my son and foe.
Grinned horrible a ghastly smile, to hear
His famine should be filled.
- Eas'd the putting off
- These troublesome disguises which we wear.
- Behind her Death
Close following pace for pace, not mounted yet
On his pale horse.
- How gladly would I meet
Mortality my sentence, and be earth
Insensible! how glad would lay me down
As in my mother's lap!
- And over them triumphant Death his dart
Shook, but delay'd to strike, though oft invoked.
- Nous sommes tous mortels, et chacun est pour soi.
- We are all mortal, and each one is for himself.
- Molière, L'École des Femmes, II, 6
- On n'a point pour la mort de dispense de Rome.
- Rome can give no dispensation from death.
- Molière, L'Etourdi, II, 4
- Philosophy first commands us to have death ever before our eyes, to anticipate it and consider it beforehand, and then she gives us rules and caveats in order to forestall our being hurt by our reflections!
- Montaigne, Essays, M. Screech, trans. (1991), Book III, Chapter 12, “Of Physiognomy,” p.1190
- La mort (dict on) nous acquitte de toutes nos obligations.
- Death, they say, acquits us of all obligations.
- Michel de Montaigne, Essays, Book I, Chapter 7; also La mort est la recepte a touts maulx Montaigne—Essays, Book II, Chapter III
- There's nothing terrible in death;
'Tis but to cast our robes away,
And sleep at night, without a breath
To break repose till dawn of day.
- James Montgomery, In Memory of E. G, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Thus star by star declines
Till all are passed away,
As morning high and higher shines
To pure and perfect day:
Nor sink those stars in empty night;
They hide themselves in heaven's pure light.
- James Montgomery, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 177
- Weep not for those whom the veil of the tomb
In life's happy morning hath hid from our eyes,
Ere sin threw a blight o'er the spirit's young bloom
Or earth had profaned what was born for the skies.
- Thomas Moore, Song, Weep not for Those, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- How short is human life! the very breath
Which frames my words accelerates my death.
- Hannah More, King Hezekiah, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- A dreaded sunny day
So I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
While Wilde is on mine
So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
All those people, all those lives
Where are they now?
With loves, and hates
And passions just like mine
They were born
And then they lived
And then they died
It seems so unfair
I want to cry
- At end of Love, at end of Life,
At end of Hope, at end of Strife,
At end of all we cling to so—
The sun is setting—must we go?
At dawn of Love, at dawn of Life,
At dawn of Peace that follows Strife,
At dawn of all we long for so—
The sun is rising—let us go.
- Louise Chandler Moulton, At End, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- There is rust upon locks and hinges,
And mould and blight on the walls,
And silence faints in the chambers,
And darkness waits in the halls.
- Louise Chandler Moulton, House of Death, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Yes, death, — the hourly possibility of it, — death is the sublimity of life.
- William Mountford, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 177
- Death is not the opposite of life; it exists as a part of them.
- When you think of your own death, the fact that all the good things in life will come to an end is certainly a reason for regret. But that doesn't seem to be the whole story. Most people want there to be more of what they enjoy in life, but for some people, the prospect of nonexistence is itself frightening, in a way that isn't adequately explained by what has been said so far. The thought that the world will go on without you, that you will become nothing, is very hard to take in.
- Thomas Nagel, What Does It All Mean?: A Very Short Introduction to Philosophy (1987), Ch. 9. Death
- The fear of death is very puzzling, in a way that regret about the end of life is not. It's easy to understand that we might want to have more life, more of the things it contains, so that we see death as a negative evil. But how can the prospect of your own nonexistence be alarming in a positive way? If we really cease to exist at death, there's nothing to look forward to, so how can there be anything to be afraid of? If one thinks about it logically, it seems as though death should be something to be afraid of only if we will survive it, and perhaps undergo some terrifying transformation. But that doesn't prevent many people from thinking that annihilation is one of the worst things that could happen to them.
- Thomas Nagel, What Does It All Mean?: A Very Short Introduction to Philosophy (1987), Ch. 9. Death
- Thal leader: There is no indignity in being afraid to die, but there is a terrible shame in being afraid to live.
- Terry Nation, in the identifying statement of "The Daleks", an episode of Doctor Who (1963)
- The biggest part of my life I did not trust people who were not scared of dying, because when you get older, you think about death more and more times. I think if we could choose, no one wants to die. That's why we can come to the conclusion that everyone wants to have the eternal life, which seems to become possible in the future due to the developments in the medical science. But the question is not really if you want eternal life, it is more if you want to have eternal life at your children's expense. By the way: we would get big ecologic problems if we all remain alive.
- Jack Nicholson replying to the question if he would like to have the eternal life in an interview with Dutch magazine FilmValley (April 2008)
- All humans will, without exception, eventually die. After they die, the place they go is Mu (nothingness).
- Death Note vol. 12 pg. 188 by Tsugumi Ohba
- Mary Oliver, Red Bird (2008), "Sometimes", § 1
- And die with decency.
- Thomas Otway, Venice Preserved, Act V, scene 3
- Tendimus huc omnes; metam properamus ad unam. Omnia sub leges mors vocat atra suas.
- We are all bound thither; we are hastening to the same common goal. Black death calls all things under the sway of its laws.
- Ovid, Ad Liviam, 359
- Stulte, quid est somnus, gelidæ nisi mortis imago?
Longa quiescendi tempora fata dabunt.
- Thou fool, what is sleep but the image of death? Fate will give an eternal rest.
- Ovid, Amorum (16 BC), II. 9. 41
- Ultima semper
Expectanda dies homini est, dicique beatus
Ante obitum nemo et suprema funera debet.
- Man should ever look to his last day, and no one should be called happy before his funeral.
- Ovid, Metamorphoses, III. 135
- Nec mihi mors gravis est posituro morte dolores.
- Death is not grievous to me, for I shall lay aside my pains by death.
- Ovid, Metamorphoses, III. 471
- Quocunque adspicias, nihil est nisi mortis imago.
- Wherever you look there is nothing but the image of death.
- Ovid, Tristium, I. 2. 23
- I don't care when I die, when you die, you die. What I don't want is to die in my bed. To be killed in an accident or to be shot is my preferred way to die.
- Death's but a path that must be trod,
If man would ever pass to God.
- Thomas Parnell, Night-Piece on Death, line 67
- Reflect on death as in Jesus Christ, not as without Jesus Christ. Without Jesus Christ it is dreadful, it is alarming, it is the terror of nature. In Jesus Christ it is fair and lovely, it is good and holy, it is the joy of saints.
- Blaise Pascal, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 176
- Death ends a life, but not a relationship. Those memories, I think, linger in love. These honored dead have returned to the love that created them, and we miss their faces that we’ll see no more. Yet, we know at the deepest level of our being that something of who they were, and are now, endures at a whole new dimension of reality. And our true nature is to trust and embrace both life and death. As Thornton Wilder once wrote, 'There is a land of the living and the land of the dead, and the only bridge is love, the only survivor, the only meaning.'
- Jerry Parr, speech (December 2000)
- For he must rule as king until God has put all enemies under his feet. And the last enemy, death, is to be brought to nothing.
- Death is swallowed up in victory. O Death where is thy sting, O Grave where is thy victory?
- Paul of Tarsus, I Corinthians 15:54 - 56
- Death is repose, but the thought of death disturbs all repose.
- Cesare Pavese, This Business of Living, 1938-06-07
- Death comes to all. His cold and sapless hand
Waves o'er the world, and beckons us away.
Who shall resist the summons?
- Thomas Love Peacock, Time
- O lady, he is dead and gone!
Lady, he's dead and gone!
And at his head a green grass turfe,
And at his heels a stone.
- Thomas Percy, Reliques. The Friar of Orders Gray
- For death betimes is comfort, not dismay,
And who can rightly die needs no delay.
- Petrarch, To Laura in Death. Canzone V, Stanza 6
- Earl of Sandwich: 'Pon my honor, Wilkes, I don't know whether you'll die on the gallows or of the pox.
John Wilkes: That must depend my Lord, upon whether I first embrace your Lordship's principles, or your Lordship's mistresses.
- Exchange retold by Sir Charles Petrie, in The Four Georges, p. 133 (1935)
- Nam vita morti propior est quotidie.
- For life is nearer every day to death.
- Phaedrus, Fables, Book IV. 25. 10
- Look forward a little further to the period when all the noise and tumult and business of this world shall have closed forever.
- John Gregory Pike, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 174
- Quem dii diligunt,
Adolescens moritur, dum valet, sentit, sapit.
- He whom the gods love dies young, whilst he is full of health, perception, and judgment.
- Plautus, Bacchides, Act IV. 7. 18
- Omnibus a suprema die eadem, quæ ante primum; nec magis a morte sensus ullus aut corpori aut animæ quam ante natalem.
- His last day places man in the same state as he was before he was born; nor after death has the body or soul any more feeling than they had before birth.
- Pliny the Elder, Historia Naturalis, LVI. 1
- De mortuis nil nisi bonum.
- Concerning the dead nothing but good shall be spoken.
- Plutarch, Life of Solon. Given as a saying of Solon. Attributed also to Chilo
- Come! let the burial rite be read—
The funeral song be sung!—
An anthem for the queenliest dead
That ever died so young—
A dirge for her, the doubly dead
In that she died so young.
- Edgar Allen Poe, Lenore, Stanza 1
- Out—out are the lights—out all!
And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
And the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, "Man,"
And its hero the Conqueror Worm.
- Edgar Allen Poe, The Conqueror Worm, Stanza 5
- See my lips tremble and my eyeballs roll,
Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul!
- Alexander Pope, Eloisa to Abelard (1717), line 323
- O Death, all eloquent! you only prove
What dust we dote on, when 'tis man we love.
- Alexander Pope, Eloisa to Abelard (1717), line 355
- Till tired, he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er.
- Alexander Pope, An Essay on Man (1733-34), Epistle II, line 282
- But thousands die without or this or that,
Die, and endow a college or a cat.
- Alexander Pope, Moral Essays (1731-35), Epistle III, line 95
- Tell me, my soul! can this be death?
- The world recedes; it disappears;
Heav'n opens on my eyes; my ears
With sounds seraphic ring:
Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
O Grave! where is thy victory?
O Death! where is thy sting?
- Alexander Pope, The Dying Christian to His Soul
- Vital spark of heavenly flame!
Quit, oh quit this mortal frame.
- Alexander Pope, The Dying Christian to His Soul
- By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd,
By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd,
By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd,
By strangers honour'd, and by strangers mourn'd.
- Alexander Pope, Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady, line 51
- A heap of dust remains of thee;
'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
- Alexander Pope, Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady, line 73
- It was said that life was cheap in Ankh-Morpork. This was, of course, completely wrong. Life was often very expensive; you could get death for free.
- I am death, not taxes. I turn up only once.
- Teach him how to live,
And, oh! still harder lesson! how to die.
- Beilby Porteus, Death, line 316
- Sunt aliquid Manes: letum non omnia finit,
Luridaque evictos effugit umbra rogos.
- There is something beyond the grave; death does not end all, and the pale ghost escapes from the vanquished pyre.
- Propertius Elegies IV, vii, 1.
- Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep.
- Proverbs, VI. 10; XXIV. 33
- There is a way which seemeth right unto a man, but the end thereof are the ways of death.
- Proverbs 14:12 (KJV)
- I have said ye are gods … But ye shall die like men.
- Psalms. LXXXII. 6. 7
- Death aims with fouler spite
At fairer marks.
- Francis Quarles, Divine Poems (Ed. 1669)
- It is the lot of man but once to die.
- Francis Quarles, Emblems, Book V, Emblem 7
- Withdrawn into the peace of this desert,
along with some books, few but wise,
I live in conversation with the deceased,
and listen to the dead with my eyes.
- Francisco de Quevedo, From the Tower
- Je m'en vais chercher un grand peut-être; tirez le rideau, la farce est jouée.
- I am going to seek a great perhaps; draw the curtain, the farce is played.
- Attributed to Rabelais by tradition; in Motteux's Life of Rabelais this is paraphrased: "I am about to leap into the dark"; also Notice sur Rabelais in Œuvres de F. Rabelais. Paris, 1837, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Et l'avare Achéron ne lâche pas sa proie.
- And greedy Acheron does not relinquish its prey.
- Jean Racine, Phèdre, Act II, scene 5
- O eloquent, just, and mighty Death! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised: thou hast drawn together all the far stretchèd greatness, all the pride, cruelty and ambition of man, and covered it all over with those two narrow words, Hic jacet!
- Sir Walter Raleigh, Historie of the World, Book V, Part I, Chapter VI
- Hushed in the alabaster arms of Death,
Our young Marcellus sleeps.
- James R. Randall, John Pelham, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Death is always pointless... That is the point.
- Michael Reaves & Brynne Chandler Reaves, in "Grief", episode of Gargoyles
- Fort Belle, Elle Dort.
- Sort Frele, Quelle Mort!
- Rose Close, La Brise L'a Prise.
- Sort Frele, Quelle Mort!
- Very Fair, She Sleeps.
- Frame Frail, What a Death!
- Rose, Close, The Breeze Her Seized.
- Frame Frail, What a Death!
- Comte de Resseguier, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Der lange Schlaf des Todes schliesst unsere Narben zu, und der kutze des Lebens unsere Wunden.
- The long sleep of death closes our scars, and the short sleep of life our wounds.
- Jean Paul Richter, Hesperus, XX
- But death we are, and death have always been.
- The imminence of death serves to sweep away the inessential preoccupations for those who do not flee from the thought of death into triviality.
- David Riesman, “Clinical and Cultural Aspects of the Aging Process,” Individualism Reconsidered (1954), p. 485
- Some people think that we are stuck in physical reality like flies in flypaper or victims in quicksand, so that each motion we make only worsens our predicament and hastens our extinction. Others see the universe as a sort of theater into which we are thrust at birth and from which we depart forever at death. In the backs of their minds people with either attitude will see a built-in threat in each new day; even joy will be suspect because it, too, must end in the body's eventual death. I used to feel this way. When I fell in love with Rob, my joy served to double the underlying sense of tragedy I felt, as if death mocked me all the more by making life twice as precious. I saw each day bringing me closer to a total extinction that I could hardly imagine, but which I resented with growing vehemence.
- Jane Roberts, The Seth Material (1970), p. 123
- However dreary we may have felt life to be here, yet when that hour comes — the winding up of all things, the last grand rush of darkness on our spirits, the hour of that awful sudden wrench from all we have ever known or loved, the long farewell to sun, moon, stars, and light — brother man, I ask you this day, and I ask myself humbly and fearfully, "What will then be finished? When it is finished, what will it be? Will it be the butterfly existence of pleasure, the mere life of science, a life of uninterrupted sin and self-gratification, or will it be, 'Father, I have finished the work which Thou gavest me to do?'"
- Frederick William Robertson, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 175
- 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.
- Frederick William Robertson, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 182
- Those that he loved so long and sees no more,
Loved and still loves—not dead, but gone before,
He gathers round him.
- Samuel Rogers, Human Life, line 739
- Mortal danger is an effective antidote for fixed ideas.
- Sleep that no pain shall wake,
Night that no morn shall break,
Till joy shall overtake
Her perfect peace.
- Christina G. Rossetti, Dream-Land, Stanza 4
- There is no music more for him:
His lights are out, his feast is done;
His bowl that sparkled to the brim
Is drained, is broken, cannot hold.
- Christina G. Rossetti, Peal of Bells
- When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
No shady cypress tree.
- Christina G. Rossetti, Song, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- It has been commonly observed that blood, wounds, cries and groans, the preparations for painful operations, and everything which directs the senses towards things connected with suffering, are usually the first to make an impression on all men. The idea of destruction, a more complex matter, does not have so great an effect; the thought of death affects us later and less forcibly, for no one knows from his own experience what it is to die; you must have seen corpses to feel the agonies of the dying. But when once this idea is established in the mind, there is no spectacle more dreadful in our eyes, whether because of the idea of complete destruction which it arouses through our senses, or because we know that this moment must come for each one of us and we feel ourselves all the more keenly affected by a situation from which we know there is no escape.
- Rousseau, Emile Book IV
- Je m'em vais voir le soleil pour la dernière fois.
- I go to see the sun for the last time.
- Rousseau's last words, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Death is the privilege of human nature,
And life without it were not worth our taking:
Thither the poor, the pris'ner, and the mourner
Fly for relief, and lay their burthens down.
- Nicholas Rowe, The Fair Penitent (1703), Act V, scene 1, line 138
- I died as a mineral and became a plant,
I died as plant and rose to animal,
I died as animal and I was Man.
Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?
Yet once more I shall die as Man, to soar
With angels blest; but even from angelhood
I must pass on: all except God doth perish.
When I have sacrificed my angel-soul,
I shall become what no mind e'er conceived.
Oh, let me not exist! for Non-existence
Proclaims in organ tones, To Him we shall return.
- Rumi, "I Died as a Mineral", as translated in The Mystics of Islam (1914) edited by Reynold Alleyne Nicholson, p. 125
- Variant translation: Originally, you were clay. From being mineral, you became vegetable. From vegetable, you became animal, and from animal, man. During these periods man did not know where he was going, but he was being taken on a long journey nonetheless. And you have to go through a hundred different worlds yet.
- As quoted in Multimind (1986) by Robert Ornstein
- I believe that when I die I shall rot, and nothing of my ego will survive. I am not young and I love life. But I should scorn to shiver with terror at the thought of annihilation. Happiness is nonetheless true happiness because it must come to an end, nor do thought and love lose their value because they are not everlasting. Many a man has borne himself proudly on the scaffold; surely the same pride should teach us to think truly about man's place in the world. Even if the open windows of science at first make us shiver after the cosy indoor warmth of traditional humanizing myths, in the end the fresh air brings vigour, and the great spaces have a splendour of their own.
- Bertrand Russell, What I Believe (1925)
- To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.
- Out of the chill and the shadow,
Into the thrill and the shine;
Out of the dearth and the famine,
Into the fulness divine.
- Margaret E. Sangster, Going Home, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Death must be an evil — and the gods agree;
for why else would they live for ever?
- Sappho (c. 600 B.C.). Poetarum Lesbiorum Fragmenta, ed. Edgar Lobel and Denys Page. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1955, no. 201
- Yes [death has become a taboo]. Today people want to avoid the subject and hide the deaths that happen around them. It is as if the world were a hotel where the dead usually disappear at night, without any guest being able to notice their presence. While movies and television address death, they do not touch the fundamental point of finitude. The deaths are false, the good guys get shot and come back to life. It's another way of treating death as unreal.
- José Saramago, in an interview with "ÉPOCA", 2005
- Death is the inventor of God.
- José Saramago, in an interview with "El País", 2009
- One day in the afternoon of the world, glum death will come and sit in you, and when you get up to walk, you will be as glum as death, but if you're lucky, this will only make the fun better and the love greater.
- William Saroyan, "One Day in the Afternoon of the World" (1964)
- While you're still sleeping, the saints are still weeping because things you call dead haven't yet had the chance to be born.
- John Scatman
- We may have years, we may have hours, but sooner or later, we push up flowers.
- Tim Schafer, Grim Fandango
- Death makes sad stories of us all.
- Tim Schafer, Grim Fandango
- I hope that Allah will not make me immortal, for death is his greatest gift to any true believer.
- Scheherazade One Thousand and One Nights Tale of King Umar al-Numan, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Day's lustrous eyes grow heavy in sweet death.
- Friedrich Schiller, Assignation, Stanza 4. Lord Lytton's translation
- Und setzet ihr nicht das Leben ein,
Nie wird euch das Leben gewonnen sein.
- If you do not dare to die you will never win life.
- Friedrich Schiller, Wallenstein's Lager, XI. Chorus
- Gut' Nacht, Gordon.
Ich denke einen langen Schlaf zu thun.
- Good night, Gordon. I am thinking of taking a long sleep.
- Friedrich Schiller, Wallenstein's Tod, V. 5. 85
- Each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh morning a little youth, every going to rest and sleep a little death.
- Arthur Schopenhauer, Counsels and Maxims, T. B. Saunders, trans., § 13
- Haste thee, haste thee, to be gone!
Earth flits fast and time draws on:
Gasp thy gasp, and groan thy groan!
Day is near the breaking.
- Walter Scott, Death Chant, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Soon the shroud shall lap thee fast,
And the sleep be on thee cast
That shall ne'er know waking.
- Walter Scott, Guy Mannering, Chapter XXVII
- Like the dew on the mountain,
Like the foam on the river,
Like the bubble on the fountain,
Thou art gone, and for ever!
- Walter Scott, Lady of the Lake (1810), Canto III, Stanza 16
- Death ends a life, not a relationship.
- Death is a stage in human progress, to be passed as we would pass from childhood to youth, or from youth to manhood, and with the same consciousness of an everlasting nature.
- Edmund Sears, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 177
- I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air—
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.
It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath—
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.
God knows ’twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear …
But I’ve a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.
- Alan Seeger, I Have a Rendezvous with Death, Poems (1917), p. 144
- So die as though your funeral
Ushered you through the doors that led
Into a stately banquet hall
Where heroes banqueted.
- Alan Seeger, Maktoob, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Quid est enim novi, hominem mori, cujus tota vita nihil aliud quam ad mortem iter est?
- What new thing then is it for a man to die, whose whole life is nothing else but a journey to death?
- Seneca the Younger, De Consol. ad Polyb. 30
- Ultimum malorum est ex vivorum numero exire antequam moriaris.
- It is an extreme evil to depart from the company of the living before you die.
- Seneca the Younger, De Tranquilitate Animi. 2
- Vivere nolunt, et mori nesciunt.
- They will not live, and do not know how to die.
- Seneca the Younger, Epistles, IV
- Non amittuntur sed præmittuntur.
- They are not lost but sent before.
- Seneca the Younger, Epistles, LXIII. 16. Early sources in Cyprian—De Mortalitate. S, XX
- Stultitia est timore mortis mori.
- It is folly to die of the fear of death.
- Seneca the Younger, Epistles, LXIX
- Incertum est quo te loco mors expectet: itaque tu illam omni loco expecta.
- It is uncertain in what place death may await thee; therefore expect it in any place.
- Seneca the Younger, Epistolæ Ad Lucilium, XXVI
- Dies iste, quem tamquam extremum reformidas, æterni natalis est.
- This day, which thou fearest as thy last, is the birthday of eternity.
- Seneca the Younger, Epistolæ Ad Lucilium, CII
- Interim pœna est mori,
Sed sæpe donum; pluribus veniæ fuit.
- Sometimes death is a punishment; often a gift; it has been a favor to many.
- Seneca the Younger, Hercules Oetæus, CMXXX
- Eripere vitam nemo non homini potest;
At nemo mortem; mille ad hanc aditus patent.
- Any one may take life from man, but no one death; a thousand gates stand open to it.
- Seneca the Younger, Phœnissæ, CLII
- Optanda mors est, sine metu mortis mori.
- To die without fear of death is to be desired.
- Seneca the Younger, Troades, DCCCLXIX
- Illi mors gravis incubat
- Qui notus nimis omnibus
- Ignotus moritur sibi
- On him does death lie heavily, who, but too well known to all, dies to himself unknown.
- Seneca the Younger, Thyestes, lines 401-403 (Chorus)
- Mr. Bookman: Mr. Death, that little girl's only 8 years old. I'm ready now.
- Mr. Death: I'm sorry Mr. Bookman, but I had to make other arrangements. It's impossible to change now. She's to come with me at midnight, so I must be there at midnight.
- Mr. Bookman: And if you're not in there?
- Mr. Death': You see if I didn't get in there at precisely midnight, then the whole timetable would be upset.
- Death's pale flag advanced in his cheeks.
- Seven Champions, Part III, Chapter XI
- To be, or not to be, —that is the question:—
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? —To die, —to sleep,—
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, —'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, —to sleep;—
To sleep! perchance to dream: —ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would these fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,—
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns,—puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know naught of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought;
And enterprises of great pitch and moment,
With this regard, their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.
- Cowards die many times before their deaths;
- The valiant never taste of death but once.
- Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
- It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
- Seeing that death, a necessary end,
- Will come when it will come.
- William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar, Act 2 scene 2
- To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
- Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
- To the last syllable of recorded time,
- And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
- The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
- Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
- That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
- And then is heard no more: it is a tale
- Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
- Signifying nothing.
- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, Act 5 scene 5
- The babe is at peace within the womb,
The corpse is at rest within the tomb.
We begin in what we end.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley, Fragments. Same idea in Thomas Browne, Hydriotaphia, p. 221. (St. John's ed.)
- First our pleasures die—and then
Our hopes, and then our fears—and when
These are dead, the debt is due,
Dust claims dust—and we die too.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley, Death (1820)
- All buildings are but monuments of death,
All clothes but winding-sheets for our last knell,
All dainty fattings for the worms beneath,
All curious music but our passing bell:
Thus death is nobly waited on, for why?
All that we have is but death's livery.
- James Shirley, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Death calls ye to the crowd of common men.
- James Shirley, Cupid and Death, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- The glories of our blood and state
Are shadows, not substantial things;
There is no armour against fate,
Death lays his icy hand on kings.
Scepter and crown
Must tumble down,
And, in the dust, be equal made
With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
- James Shirley, Contention of Ajax and Ulysses, scene 3. ("Birth and State" in Percy's Reliques. These lines are said to have terrified Cromwell), as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- He that on his pillow lies,
Fear-embalmed before he dies
Carries, like a sheep, his life,
To meet the sacrificer's knife,
And for eternity is prest,
Sad bell-wether to the rest.
- James Shirley, The Passing Bell, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- La mort sans phrase.
- Death without phrases.
- Emmanuel-Joseph Sieyès, voting for the death of Louis XVI. (Denied by him). He no doubt voted "La mort"; "sans phrase" being a note on the laconic nature of his vote, i.e. without remarks. The voting usually included explanations of the decision; as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Yet 'twill only be a sleep:
When, with songs and dewy light,
Morning blossoms out of Night,
She will open her blue eyes
'Neath the palms of Paradise,
While we foolish ones shall weep.
- Edward Rowland Sill, Sleeping, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- We count it death to falter, not to die.
- Simonides, Jacobs I, 63, 20
- Dead is she? No; rather let us call ourselves dead, who tire so soon in the service of the Master whom she has gone to serve forever.
- W. S. Smart, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 184
- To our graves we walk
In the thick footprints of departed men.
- Alexander Smith, Horton, line 570
- Your death and my death are mainly of importance to ourselves. The black plumes will be stripped off our hearses within the hour; tears will dry, hurt hearts close again, our graves grow level with the church-yard, and although we are away, the world wags on. It does not miss us; and those who are near us, when the first strangeness of vacancy wears off, will not miss us much either.
- Alexander Smith, "Of Death and the Fear of Dying", Dreamthorp: A Book of Essays Written in the Country (1864, reprinted 1972), pp. 70–71
- Tarry with me, O my Saviour!
Lay my head upon Thy breast,
Till the morning; then awake me —
Morning of eternal rest.
- Caroline S. Smith, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 181
- Death is one of two things. Either it is annihilation, and the dead have no consciousness of anything; or, as we are told, it is really a change: a migration of the soul from this place to another.
- Death is not the worst evil, but rather when we wish to die and cannot.
- Sophocles Electra, 1007.
- Death! to the happy thou art terrible;
But how the wretched love to think of thee,
O thou true comforter! the friend of all
Who have no friend beside!
- Robert Southey, Joan of Arc, Book I, line 318
- Death is the waiting-room where we robe ourselves for immortality.
- Charles Spurgeon, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 180
- David: Lieutenant Saavik was right: you never have faced death --
- Kirk: Not like this -- no. I haven't faced death, I cheated death. I tricked my way out of death and patted myself on the back for my ingenuity. I know nothing.
- Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan, screenplay by Jack B. Sowards and Nicholas Meyer. Story by Harve Bennett, Jack B. Sowards, Nicholas Meyer and Samuel A. Peeples
- Death, for the author of the John Gospel as for the strict Moslem, is not the end of life, but a Something, a death-force, that contends with a life-force for the possession of man.
- Oswald Spengler, The Decline of the West
- Death is an equall doome
To good and bad, the common In of rest.
- Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene (1589-96), II. 59. Also III. 3. 30
- Death slue not him, but he made death his ladder to the skies.
- A free man thinks of death least of all things; and his wisdom is a meditation not of death but of life.
- Variant translation: A free man thinks of nothing less than of death; and his wisdom is a meditation not on death but on life.
- Baruch Spinoza, Ethica Ordine Geometrico Demonstrata (Ethics Geometrically Demonstrated) (published in 1677), Part IV: Of Human Bondage, or the Strength of the Emotions, Prop. 67, Full text online
- Life into death—life’s other shape; no rupture, only crossing.
- Dejan Stojanovic in Circling, “Awakening of a Flower” (Sequence: “A Conversations with Atoms”)
- If birth is a manifestation of life, death is another.
- Dejan Stojanovic in ”Death.”
- Life and death merge in greatness.
- Dejan Stojanovic in The Shape, "Hush" (Sequence: "Big Chamber")
- They are both spectacular, life and death.
- Dejan Stojanovic in The Shape, "Hush" (Sequence: "Big Chamber")
- Chicó - John! John! Died! Oh my God, poor died of John Cricket! So yellow, and so shameless to die like that! What do I do in the world without John? John! John! There is no way, John Cricket died. Ended the smartest Cricket in the world. He completed his sentence and met with the only irredeemable evil, what is the mark of our strange destiny on earth, that fact without explanation that matches everything that is alive in one flock of guilty, because all that is alive dies. What can I do now? Only your funeral and pray for his soul.
- The problem is, information degrades each time a human cell replenishes itself. Death is inherent in flesh people. It seems to be written into the basic program—a way, perhaps, of keeping the universe from filling up with old people.
- Death, if thou wilt, fain would I plead with thee:
Canst thou not spare, of all our hopes have built,
One shelter where our spirits fain would be
Death, if thou wilt?
- Algernon Charles Swinburne, A Dialogue, Stanza 1
- For thee, O now a silent soul, my brother,
Take at my hands this garland and farewell.
Thin is the leaf, and chill the wintry smell,
And chill the solemn earth, a fatal mother.
- Algernon Charles Swinburne, Ave Atque Vale, Stanza 18
- And hands that wist not though they dug a grave,
Undid the hasps of gold, and drank, and gave,
And he drank after, a deep glad kingly draught:
And all their life changed in them, for they quaffed
Death; if it be death so to drink, and fare
As men who change and are what these twain were.
- Algernon Charles Swinburne, Tristram of Lyonesse, The Sailing of the Swallow, line 789
- On the mountains of memory, by the world's wellsprings,
In all men's eyes,
Where the light of the life of him is on all past things,
Death only dies.
- Algernon Charles Swinburne, "Super Flumina Babylonis", The Complete Works of Algernon C. Swinburne (1925), vol. 2, p. 106
- Honesta mors turpi vita potior.
- An honorable death is better than a dishonorable life.
- Tacitus, Agricola, XXXIII
- As for myself, may the "sweet Muses," as Virgil says, bear me away to their holy places where sacred streams do flow, beyond the reach of anxiety and care, and free from the obligation of performing each day some task that goes against the grain. May I no longer have anything to do with the mad racket and the hazards of the forum, or tremble as I try a fall with white-faced Fame. I do not want to be roused from sleep by the clatter of morning callers or by some breathless messenger from the palace; I do not care, in drawing my will, to give a money-pledge for its safe execution through anxiety as to what is to happen afterwards; I wish for no larger estate than I can leave to the heir of my own free choice. Some day or other the last hour will strike also for me, and my prayer is that my effigy may be set up beside my grave, not grim and scowling, but all smiles and garlands, and that no one shall seek to honour my memory either by a motion in the senate or by a petition to the Emperor.
- Tacitus, "A Dialogue on Oratory", section 13, Dialogus, Agricola, Germania, trans. William Peterson (1914), p. 51. Excerpts from this passage, in a different translation, were read at the funeral of Justice Hugo L. Black, September 28, 1971, as they were found underlined in his books and were said to be a favorite passage: "Let the sweet Muses lead me to their soft retreats, their living fountains, and melodious groves, where I may dwell remote from care, master of myself … let me no more be seen in the wrangling forum, a pale and odious candidate for precarious fame … let me live free from solicitude … and when nature shall give the signal to retire may I possess no more than I may bequeath to whom I will. At my funeral let no token of sorrow be seen, no pompous mockery of woe. Crown me with chaplets; strew flowers on my grave, and let my friends erect no vain memorial to tell where my remains are lodged." The Works of Tacitus, Oxford trans., rev., vol. 2, pp. 408–9 (1854). The reference to Virgil is to The Georgics, book 2, line 476
- Trust not your own powers till the day of your death.
- Talmud, Aboth, 2
- Death is not rare, alas! nor burials few,
And soon the grassy coverlet of God
Spreads equal green above their ashes pale.
- Bayard Taylor, The Picture of St. John, Book III, Stanza 84
- He that would die well must always look for death, every day knocking at the gates of the grave; and then the gates of the grave shall never prevail upon him to do him mischief.
- Jeremy Taylor, Holy Dying, Chapter II, Part I
- However convergent it be, evolution cannot attain to fulfilment on earth except through a point of dissociation. With this we are introduced to a fantastic and inevitable event which now begins to take shape in our perspective, the event which comes nearer with every day that passes: the end of all life on our globe, the death of the planet, the ultimate phase of the phenomenon of man. ...
Now when sufficient elements have sufficiently agglomerated, this essentially convergent movement will attain such intensity and such quality that mankind, taken as a whole, will be obliged—as happened to the individual forces of instinct—to reflect upon itself at a single point; that is to say, in this case, to abandon its organo-planetary foothold so as to shift its centre on to the transcendent centre of its increasing concentration. This will be the end and the fulfilment of the spirit of the earth.
The end of the world: the wholesale internal introversion upon itself of the noosphere, which has simultaneously reached the uttermost limit of its complexity and its centrality.
The end of the world: the overthrow of equilibrium, detaching the mind, fulfilled at last, from its material matrix, so that it will henceforth rest with all its weight on God-Omega. ...
The death of the materially exhausted planet; the split of the noosphere, divided on the form to be given to its unity; and simultaneously (endowing the event with all its significance and with all its value) the liberation of that percentage of the universe which, across time, space and evil, will have succeeded in laboriously synthesising itself to the very end. Not an indefinite progress, which is an hypothesis contradicted by the convergent nature of noogenesis, but an ecstasy transcending the dimensions and the framework of the visible universe.
- Do we not all, in this very hour, recall a death-bed scene in which some loved one has passed away? And, as we bring to mind the solemn reflections of that hour, are we not ready to hear and to heed the voice with which a dying wife once addressed him who stood sobbing by her side: "My dear husband, live for one thing, and only one thing; Just one thing, — the glory of God, the glory of God!"
- E. P. Tenney, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 186
- The great world's altar-stairs
That slope thro' darkness up to God.
- Death has made
His darkness beautiful with thee.
- God's finger touched him, and he slept.
- But O! for the touch of a vanish'd hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!
- Alfred Tennyson, Break, Break, Break
- Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar
When I put out to sea.
- Alfred Tennyson, Crossing the Bar
- Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell
When I embark.
- Alfred Tennyson, Crossing the Bar
- For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
- Alfred Tennyson, Crossing the Bar
- The night comes on that knows not morn,
When I shall cease to be all alone,
To live forgotten, and love forlorn.
- Alfred Tennyson, Mariana in the South. Last stanza
- Whatever crazy sorrow saith,
No life that breathes with human breath
Has ever truly long'd for death.
- Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace;
Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul,
While the stars burn, the moons increase,
And the great ages onward roll.
Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet.
Nothing comes to thee new or strange.
Sleep full of rest from head to feet;
Lie still, dry dust, secure of change.
- Alfred Tennyson, "To J. S." [James Spedding], stanzas 18–19, The Poetic and Dramatic Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson (1899), p. 78
- Dead men bite not.
- Theodotus, when counselling the death of Pompey; see Plutarch, Life of Pompey
- τάχ᾽ αὔριον ἔσσετ᾽ ἄμεινον ἐλπίδες ἐν ζωοῖσιν, ἀνέλπιστοι δὲ θανόντες
- While there's life there’s hope, and only the dead have none.
- Idyll 4, line 42; translation by A. S. F. Gow, from Theocritus ( 1952) vol. 1, p. 37.
- Theocritus compare Cicero (1st century BC), Epistolarum ad Atticum [Epistle To Atticus], Book IX, 10, 4: Ægroto, dum anima est, spes est [While the sick man has life, there is hope.]
- Do not go gentle into that good night.
- Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
- Dylan Thomas, In Country Sleep, And Other Poems (Dent, 1952).
- Et "Bene," discedens dicet, "placideque quiescas;
Terraque securæ sit super ossa levis."
- And at departure he will say, "Mayest thou rest soundly and quietly, and may the light turf lie easy on thy bones."
- Tibullus, Camina, II. 4. 49
- I hear a voice you cannot hear,
Which says, I must not stay;
I see a hand you cannot see,
Which beckons me away.
- Thomas Tickell, Colin and Lucy
- These taught us how to live; and (oh, too high
The price for knowledge!) taught us how to die.
- Thomas Tickell, On the Death of Mr. Addison, line 81
- Since every day a little of our life is taken from us—since we are dying every day—the final hour when we cease to exist does not of itself bring death; it merely completes the death process.
- Paul Tillich, The Courage To Be (1952), p. 14
- Memento mori—remember death! These are important words. If we kept in mind that we will soon inevitably die, our lives would be completely different. If a person knows that he will die in a half hour, he certainly will not bother doing trivial, stupid, or, especially, bad things during this half hour. Perhaps you have half a century before you die—what makes this any different from a half hour?
- Leo Tolstoy, Path of Life, M. Cote, trans. (2002), p. 209
- Those who are lighthearted remind me of death.
- Leo Tolstoy, “Buddhist Wisdom,” A Calendar of Wisdom, P. Sekirin, trans. (1997), November 5
- Our soul’s perfection is our life’s purpose; any other purpose, keeping death in mind, has no substance.
- Leo Tolstoy, A Calendar of Wisdom, P. Sekirin, trans. (1997), November 23
- The syllogism he had learnt from Kiesewetter’s Logic: “Caius is a man, men are mortal, therefore Caius is mortal,” had always seemed to him correct as applied to Caius, but certainly not as applied to himself. That Caius—man in the abstract—was mortal, was perfectly correct, but he was not Caius, not an abstract man, but a creature quite, quite separate from all others.
- Leo Tolstoy, The Death of Ivan Ilych, ch. 6
- The awful, terrible act of his dying was, he could see, reduced by those about him to the level of a casual, unpleasant, and almost indecorous incident (as if someone entered a drawing room defusing an unpleasant odor) and this was done by that very decorum which he had served all his life long. He saw that no one felt for him, because no one even wished to grasp his position
- Leo Tolstoy, The Death of Ivan Ilych, ch. 7
- It occurred to him that what had appeared perfectly impossible before, namely that he had not spent his life as he should have done, might after all be true. It occurred to him that his scarcely perceptible attempts to struggle against what was considered good by the most highly placed people, those scarcely noticeable impulses which he had immediately suppressed, might have been the real thing, and all the rest false. And his professional duties and the whole arrangement of his life and of his family, and all his social and official interests, might all have been false. He tried to defend all those things to himself and suddenly felt the weakness of what he was defending.
- Leo Tolstoy, The Death of Ivan Ilych, ch. 11
- He lay on his back and began to pass his life in review in quite a new way. In the morning when he saw first his footman, then his wife, then his daughter, and then the doctor, their every word and movement confirmed to him the awful truth that had been revealed to him during the night. In them he saw himself—all that for which he had lived—and saw clearly that it was not real at all, but a terrible and huge deception which had hidden both life and death.
- Leo Tolstoy, The Death of Ivan Ilych, ch. 11
- I believe if I should die,
And you should kiss my eyelids where I lie
Cold, dead, and dumb to all the world contains,
The folded orbs would open at thy breath,
And from its exile in the Isles of Death
Life would come gladly back along my veins.
- Mary Ashley Townsend, Love's Belief (Credo), as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- So what if a kid dies? God will take care of him.
- Tamerlan Tsarnaev, in April 2013, as quoted in "Boston Bombing Day 1: The Stunning Stop the Killers Made After the Attack" (18 April 2016), by Brian Ross, ABC News
- Death is so preoccupied with life, that is has no time for anything else.
- Mikhail Turovsky (b. 1933), Russian-American artist and aphorist. Itch of Wisdom (Cicuta Press, 1986)
- Say the report is exaggerated.
- Mark Twain, "The Report of My Death," Mark Twain in Eruption, edited by Bernard De Voto (1940), pp. 252–53. In 1897, Twain was living in London where a cousin, Dr. Jim Clemens, fell ill. The newspapers, believing Twain was near death, sent reporters to investigate. Twain made his remark when the correspondent for the Evening Sun told him his death had been reported in New York, and asked what he should cable in reply. Albert Bigelow Paine, Mark Twain (1912), vol. 2, chapter 197, p. 1039, gives a slightly different version of the story, ending, "Just say the report of my death has been grossly exaggerated." Often heard "… greatly exaggerated."
- And God said, "A way must be conceived to pursue the dead beyond the tomb."
- Mark Twain, Letters From the Earth (1909)
- Only the feeble resign themselves to final death and substitute some other desire for the longing for personal immortality. In the strong the zeal for perpetuity overrides the doubt of realizing it, and their superabundance of life overflows upon the other side of death.
- Miguel de Unamuno, Tragic Sense of Life (1913)
- If a man despises the applause of the crowd of today, it is because he seeks to survive in renewed minorities for generations. "Posterity is an accumulation of minorities," said Gounod. He wishes to prolong himself in time rather than in space. The crowd soon overthrows its own idols and the statue lies broken at the foot of the pedestal without anyone heeding it; but those who win the hearts of the elect will long be the objects of a fervent worship in some shrine, small and secluded no doubt, but capable of preserving them from the flood of oblivion.
- Miguel de Unamuno, Tragic Sense of Life (1913)
- No one says in the morning: A day is soon past, let us wait for the night. ... Yet what we cannot be certain of for an hour, we sometimes feel assured of for life, and say: “If death is the end of everything, why give ourselves so much trouble?"
- Vauvenargues, Reflections and Maxims, E. Lee, trans. (1903), p. 173
- Go thou, deceased, to this earth which is a mother, and spacious and kind. May her touch be soft like that of wool, or a young woman, and may she protect thee from the depths of destruction. Rise above him, O Earth, do not press painfully on him, give him good things, give him consolation, as a mother covers her child with her cloth, cover thou him.
- Vedic Funeral Rite, quoted in New York Times on the death of "Buffalo Bill", as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Venit summa dies et ineluctabile tempus.
- The supreme day has come and the inevitable hour.
- Vixi, et quem dederat cursum fortuna, peregi:
Et nunc magna mei sub terras currit imago.
- I have lived, and I have run the course which fortune allotted me; and now my shade shall descend illustrious to the grave.
- Irreameabilis unda.
- The wave from which there is no return [the river Styx].
- Usque adeone mori miserum est?
- Is it then so sad a thing to die?
- Decet imperatorem stantem mori.
- It becomes an emperor to die standing (i.e. "in harness").
- Vespasian, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- C'est demain, ma belle amie, que je fais le saut perilleux.
- It is today, my dear, that I take a perilous leap.
- Last words of Voltaire, quoting the words of King Henry to Gabrielle d'Estrées, when about to enter the Catholic Church, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Le lâche fuit en vain; la mort vole à sa suite:
C'est en la défiant que le brave l'évite.
- It is vain for the coward to flee; death follows close behind; it is only by defying it that the brave escape.
- Voltaire, Le Triumvirat, IV. 7
- The most important thing I learned on Tralfamadore was that when a person dies he only appears to die. He is still very much alive in the past, so it is very silly for people to cry at his funeral. All moments, past, present and future, always have existed, always will exist. The Tralfamadorians can look at all the different moments just that way we can look at a stretch of the Rocky Mountains, for instance. They can see how permanent all the moments are, and they can look at any moment that interests them. It is just an illusion we have here on Earth that one moment follows another one, like beads on a string, and that once a moment is gone it is gone forever.
- Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.
- Every man dies. Not every man really lives.
- But God, who is able to prevail, wrestled with him, as the angel did with Jacob, and marked him; marked him for his own.
- Izaak Walton, Life of Donne, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Softly his fainting head he lay
Upon his Maker's breast;
His Maker kiss'd his soul away,
And laid his flesh to rest.
- Isaac Watts, "Death of Moses", in Lyrics, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.
- Isaac Watts, "Funeral Thought", as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- The tall, the wise, the reverend head,
Must lie as low as ours.
- Isaac Watts, Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Book II, Hymn 63
- One may live as a conqueror, a king, or a magistrate; but he must die as a man.
- Daniel Webster, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 173
- I know death hath ten thousand several doors
For men to take their exits.
- John Webster, Duchess of Malfi, Act IV, scene 2
- I saw him now going the way of all flesh.
- John Webster, Westward Ho! 2. 2
- Like Moses to thyself convey,
And kiss my raptur'd soul away.
- Charles Wesley, Collection Hymn, 229. Folio 221
- Mysterious Night! When our first parent knew
Thee from report Divine, and heard thy name,
Did he not tremble for this lovely frame,
This glorious canopy of light and blue?
Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew,
Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame,
Hesperus, with the host of heaven came;
And lo! creation widened in man's view.
Who could have thought such darkness lay concealed
Within thy beams, O sun? or who could find,
While fly and leaf and insect stood revealed,
That to such countless orbs thou mad'st us blind?
Why do we then shun death with anxious strife?
If light can thus deceive, wherefore not life?
- Joseph Blanco White, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 179
- Joy, shipmate, joy
(Pleas'd to my soul at death I cry,)
Our life is closed, our life begins,
The long, long anchorage we leave,
The ship is clear at last, she leaps!
Joy, shipmate, joy!
- Walt Whitman, Joy, Shipmate, Joy, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- O, I see now that life cannot exhibit all to me, as day cannot,
I see that I am to wait for what will be exhibited by death.
- Walt Whitman, Night on the Prairies, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Nothing can happen more beautiful than death.
- Walt Whitman, Starting from Paumanok, No. 12, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Death is nature's way of saying, "Your table is ready."
- Robin Williams, as quoted in The Fourth—And by Far the Most Recent—637 Best Things Anybody Ever Said (1990) edited by Robert Byrne, p, 518
- It is not the fear of death
That damps my brow;
It is not for another breath
I ask thee now;
I could die with a lip unstirred.
- Nathaniel Parker Willis; paraphrase of André's letter to Washington, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- 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!
- Nathaniel Parker Willis, On the Death of a Missionary, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- I don't wanna die
But I ain't keen on living either
- For I know that Death is a guest divine,
Who shall drink my blood as I drink this wine;
And he cares for nothing! a king is he—
Come on, old fellow, and drink with me!
With you I will drink to the solemn past,
Though the cup that I drain should be my last.
- William Winter, Orgia, The Song of a Ruined Man
- But he lay like a warrior taking his rest,
With his martial cloak around him.
- Charles Wolfe, The Burial of Sir John Moore, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- If I had thought thou couldst have died
I might not weep for thee;
But I forgot, when by thy side,
That thou couldst mortal be;
It never through my mind had passed,
That time would e'er be o'er
When I on thee should look my last,
And thou shouldst smile no more!
- Charles Wolfe, Song, The Death of Mary, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- O, sir! the good die first,
And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust
Burn to the socket.
- William Wordsworth, The Excursion (1814), Book I
- Death is the quiet haven of us all.
- William Wordsworth, as reported in, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) edited by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 178
- "But they are dead; those two are dead!
Their spirits are in Heaven!"
'Twas throwing words away; for still
The little Maid would have her will,
And said, "Nay, we are seven!"
- William Wordsworth, We Are Seven, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- He first deceased; she for a little tried
To live without him, lik'd it not, and died.
- Sir Henry Wotton, On the Death of Sir Albert Morton's Wife, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Insatiate archer! could not one suffice?
Thy shaft flew thrice; and thrice my peace was slain!
- Edward Young, Night Thoughts (1742-1745), Night I, line 212
- Who can take
Death's portrait? The tyrant never sat.
- Edward Young, Night Thoughts (1742-1745), Night II, line 52
- The chamber where the good man meets his fate
Is privileged beyond the common walk
Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.
- Edward Young, Night Thoughts (1742-1745), Night II, line 633
- A death-bed's a detector of the heart.
- Edward Young, Night Thoughts (1742-1745), Night II, line 641
- Lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay;
And if in death still lovely, lovelier there;
Far lovelier! pity swells the tide of love.
- Edward Young, Night Thoughts (1742-1745), Night III, line 104
- Death is the crown of life;
Were death denyed, poor man would live in vain;
Were death denyed, to live would not be life;
Were death denyed, ev'n fools would wish to die.
- Edward Young, Night Thoughts (1742-1745), Night III, line 523
- The knell, the shroud, the mattock and the grave,
The deep, damp vault, the darkness, and the worm.
- Edward Young, Night Thoughts (1742-1745), Night IV, line 10
- And feels a thousand deaths, in fearing one.
- Edward Young, Night Thoughts (1742-1745), Night IV, line 17
- As soon as man, expert from time, has found
The key of life, it opes the gates of death.
- Edward Young, Night Thoughts (1742-1745), Night IV, line 122
- Early, bright, transient, chaste, as morning dew
She sparkled, was exhal'd, and went to heaven.
- Edward Young, Night Thoughts (1742-1745), Night V, line 600
- Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.
- Edward Young, Night Thoughts (1742-1745), Night V, line 1,011
- Men drop so fast, ere life's mid stage we tread,
Few know so many friends alive, as dead.
- Edward Young, Love of Fame, line 97
- While on a journey, Chuang Tzu found a skull, dry and parched. With sorrow he questioned and lamented the end to all things. When he finished speaking, he dragged the skull over, and using it as a pillow, lay down to sleep. In the night, the skull came to his dreams and said, "You are a fool to rejoice in the entanglements of life." Chuang Tzu couldn't believe this and asked "If I could return you to your life, you would want that, wouldn't you?"
Stunned by Chuang Tzu's foolishness the skull replied, "How do you know that it is bad to be dead?"
- Oh, stanch my bootless tears, my weeping is in vain;
I am not lost, for we in heaven shall one day meet again.
- "The Bride's Buriall", in Raxburghe Ballads edited by Charles Hindley, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- The death of one man is a tragedy, the death of millions is a statistic.
- One death is a tragedy. A million deaths is just a statistic.
- A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic.
- When one dies, it is a tragedy. When a million die, it is a statistic.
- Such statements may originate with "Französischer Witz" (1925) by Kurt Tucholsky: "Darauf sagt ein Diplomat vom Quai d'Orsay: «Der Krieg? Ich kann das nicht so schrecklich finden! Der Tod eines Menschen: das ist eine Katastrophe. Hunderttausend Tote: das ist eine Statistik!»" ("To which a Quai d'Orsay diplomat replies: «The war? I can't find it so terrible! The death of one man: that is a catastrophe. One hundred thousand deaths: that is a statistic!»")
- Xerxes the great did die;
And so must you and I.
- New England Primer (1814), as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- Be happy while you're living,
For you're a long time dead.
- Scotch Motto for a house, in Notes and Queries, (7 December 1901), p. 469; expression used by Edgar Wilson Nye, as reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
- A samurai once asked Zen Master Hakuin where he would go after he died. Hakuin answered "How am I supposed to know?"
"How do you know? You're a Zen master!" exclaimed the samurai.
"Yes, but not a dead one", Hakuin answered
- Ave Cæsar, morituri te salutant.
- Hail Cæsar, we who are about to die salute you.
- The salutation of the gladiators on entering the arena, quoted in Tiberius Claudius Drusus, XXI. 13, by Suetonius
- Ave Imperator, te salutamus
- Hail Emperor, we salute you.
- Death of children
- Famous last words
- William Shakespeare quotes about death