"I’m not a morbid person, but I thought about death—or more precisely, how strangely tilted our view of life is. We know the universe went on before for billions of years and it will go on for billions more. There’s just this brief stretch when the window is opened before our eyes, and the world is visible. Then the window is shut, forever."

"At length, fatigued with life, he bravely fell, And health with Boerhaave bade the world farewell."

"Death is not the end. Death can never be the end. Death is the road. Life is the traveller. The soul is the guide."

"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."

"Back in 1980, less than 5 percent of Americans were cremated when they died. That figure now stands at about 50 percent... Rosehill charges just $180 to cremate a body, although the urn, flowers, and service are extra. A grave, by contrast, can cost $2,500, plus an additional $1,500 to open the ground with a backhoe."

"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.”"

"This character wherewith we sink into the grave at death is the very character wherewith we shall reappear at the resurrection."

"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."

"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?"

"With regard to their actual course of studies, the main object of all education is, in their opinion, to imbue their scholars with a firm belief in the indestructibility of the human soul, which, according to their belief, merely passes at death from one tenement to another; for by such doctrine alone, they say, which robs death of all its terrors, can the highest form of human courage be developed."

"The principal point of their doctrine is that the soul does not die and that after death it passes from one body into another."

"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."

": Suns may set and rise; we, when our short day has closed, must sleep on during one neverending night."

"Soles occidere et redire possunt; Nobis cum semel occidit brevis lux, Nox est perpetua una dormienda."

": Who now travels that dark path from whose bourne they say no one returns."

"Qui nunc it per iter tenebricosum Illuc unde negant redire quemquam."

"¿Qué se hace a la hora de morir? ¿Se vuelve/la cara a la pared?/¿Se agarra por los hombros al que está cerca y oye?/¿Se echa uno a correr, como el que tiene/las ropas incendiadas, para alcanzar el fin?"

"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!"

"His religion, at best, is an anxious wish; like that of Rabelais, "a great Perhaps.""

"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."

"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."

"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."

"To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die."

"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."

"Nothing, indeed, can be more deserving of our admiration than the conduct of the Christian martyrs, who cheerfully submitted to an ignominious death, inflicted by the most atrocious torments, rather than deny their faith even by the mere performance of an apparently insignificant rite of Paganism."

"Down to the dust! — and, as thou rott'st away, Even worms shall perish on thy poisonous clay."

"Oh, God! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood!"

"Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep."

""Whom the gods love die young," was said of yore."

"Ah! surely nothing dies but something mourns!"

"Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown."

"Heaven gives its favourites — early death."

"Friend Ralph! thou hast Outrun the constable at last!"

": The fear of death is worse than death."

"Timor mortis morte pejor."

"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.""

"They do neither plight nor wed In the city of the dead, In the city where they sleep away the hours."

"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."

"But, oh! fell Death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower sae early."

": The dead ride swiftly."

"Die Todten reiten schnell."