Death

": This I ask, is it not madness to kill thyself in order to escape death?"

"Death is not worse than a dishonourable life which destroys its own soul as well as that of its neighbour."

"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."

"When Life knocks at the door no one can wait, When Death makes his arrest we have to go."

"Death opens unknown doors. It is most grand to die."

"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."

"Death hath a thousand doors to let out life. I shall find one."

"I am afraid to die sometimes, but God is the one to decide when a person dies. I want to live to the fullest until then."

"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."

"The world has created no living thing it does not intend to destroy."

"Death is for the living and not for the dead."

"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."

"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."

"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."

"He whom the gods love dies young."

"There's nothing certain in man's life but this: That he must lose it."

"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."

"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."

"Death did not come to my mother Like an old friend. She was a mother, and she must Conceive him. Up and down the bed she fought crying Help me, but death Was a slow child Heavy."

"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."

"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."

"O fairest flower; no sooner blown but blasted, Soft, silken primrose fading timelessly."

"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."

"Death 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."

"On n'a point pour la mort de dispense de Rome."

": Rome can give no dispensation from death."

"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!"

"La mort (dict on) nous acquitte de toutes nos obligations."

": Death, they say, acquits us of all obligations."

"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."

"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."

"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."

"How short is human life! the very breath Which frames my words accelerates my death."

"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."

"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."

"Yes, death, — the hourly possibility of it, — death is the sublimity of life."

"Death is not the opposite of life; it exists as a part of them."