death quotes

Once writing has become your major vice and greatest pleasure, only death can stop it.

The outer passes away; the innermost is the same yesterday, today, and forever.

I am not afraid of death, I just don’t want to be there when it happens.

Biography lends to death a new terror.

It matters not how a man dies, but how he lives. The act of dying is not of importance, it lasts so short a time.

All that seems indispensible in stating the account between the dead and the living, is to see that the debts against the latter do not exceed the advances made by the former.

Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.

It is not only the living who are killed in war.

It is better to die than to preserve this life by incurring disgrace. The loss of life causes but a moment’s grief, but disgrace brings grief every day of one’s life.

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

While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.

Whenever a high-profile leader dies, people immediately attempt to summarize that person’s life in a sentence. Often, critics and commentators get caught up looking at the leader’s style, or which political or philosophical camp they represented.

Love, we say, is life; but love without hope and faith is agonizing death.

If you can feel that Mother Earth is in you, and you are Mother Earth, then you are not any longer afraid to die because the earth is not dying. Like a wave appears and disappears and appears again.

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.

What an encouraging thought that Jesus – our beloved Husband – can find comfort in our lowly feeble gifts! Can this be, for it seems far too good to be true? May we then be willing to endure trials or even death itself if through these hardships we are assisted in bringing gladness to Immanuel’s heart.

It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.

I’m not afraid to die, I just don’t want to be there when it happens.

The world is put back by the death of every one who has to sacrifice the development of his or her peculiar gifts to conventionality.

One should die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly.

Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It’s the transition that’s troublesome.

It was something I never expected to – I never expected the book would sell in the first place. I was hoping for a quick and merciful death at the hands of the reviewers.

Foolish men imagine that because judgment for an evil thing is delayed, there is no justice; but only accident here below. Judgment for an evil thing is many times delayed some day or two, some century or two, but it is sure as life, it is sure as death.

Alas, I am dying beyond my means.

After your death you will be what you were before your birth.

We’re all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities. We are eaten up by nothing.

It’s not that I’m afraid to die. I just don’t want to be there when it happens.

Death is one moment, and life is so many of them.

It is natural to die as to be born.

As long as your body is healthy and under control and death is distant, try to save your soul; when death is immanent what can you do?

My fear was not of death itself, but a death without meaning.

There is no lonelier man in death, except the suicide, than that man who has lived many years with a good wife and then outlived her. If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.

No one knows whether death, which people fear to be the greatest evil, may not be the greatest good.

Death to me means nothing as long as I can die fast.

I’m spending a year dead for tax reasons.

There’s something about death that is comforting. The thought that you could die tomorrow frees you to appreciate your life now.

He was a great patriot, a humanitarian, a loyal friend; provided, of course, he really is dead.

Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die.

The truth is I love being alive. And I love feeling free. So if I can’t have those things then I feel like a caged animal and I’d rather not be in a cage. I’d rather be dead. And it’s real simple. And I think it’s not that uncommon.

To some extent I liken slavery to death.

Mendacity is a system that we live in. Liquor is one way out an death’s the other.

Prepare for death, if here at night you roam, and sign your will before you sup from home.

Death and vulgarity are the only two facts in the nineteenth century that one cannot explain away.

You either get tired fighting for peace, or you die.

When good Americans die they go to Paris.

Death may be the greatest of all human blessings.

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

I simply can’t build my hopes on a foundation of confusion, misery and death… I think… peace and tranquillity will return again.

Sleep is the interest we have to pay on the capital which is called in at death; and the higher the rate of interest and the more regularly it is paid, the further the date of redemption is postponed.

In modern war… you will die like a dog for no good reason.

Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there’s a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.

The death of my father is probably the biggest thing that I ever faced. Daddy and I were best friends.

Sometimes I think it would be easier to avoid old age, to die young, but then you’d never complete your life, would you? You’d never wholly know you.

The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.

Whether you like it or not, you’re forced to come to the realisation that death is out there. But I don’t fear death, I’m a fatalist. I believe when it’s your time, that’s it. It’s the hand you’re dealt.

A belief in hell and the knowledge that every ambition is doomed to frustration at the hands of a skeleton have never prevented the majority of human beings from behaving as though death were no more than an unfounded rumor.

To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.

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. You will die like a dog for no good reason.

Violent men have not been known in history to die to a man. They die up to a point.

There are worse things in life than death. Have you ever spent an evening with an insurance salesman?