Death comes to all. His cold and sapless hand Waves o'er the world, and beckons us away. Who shall resist the summons?
Once you accept your own death, all of a sudden you're free to live. You no longer care about your reputation. You no longer care except so far as your life can be used tactically to promote a cause you believe in.
I am sick to death of cleverness. Everybody is clever nowadays.
People have their own deaths as well as their own lives, and even if there is nothing beyond death, we shall differ in our nothingness.
Once one has kissed a cadaver's forehead, there always remains something of it on the lips, an infinite bitterness, an aftertasteof nothingness that nothing can erase.
Call no man happy till he is dead.
Everybody dies, Sally. The thing is to die well.
There is a kind of immortality in every garden.
Death is the protector of life and life is the process of death.
By the Grace of God, I am cured of the disease of egotism, and Death no longer terrifies me.
It is a tragedy that most of us die before we have begun to live.
Too strong a media emphasis on death and violence can lead to despair.
A direful death indeed they had That would put any parent mad But she was more than usual calm She did not give a singel dam.
Running, close companion to death, summons us to the most vivid acts of life. Our ancestors (we have forgotten) ran for food and for love, love and lust. For us, a prime symbol of sexuality is the automobile. For the ancients it was the chase, the foot race. Satyr and nymph, maiden and god, hot pursuit. The mythic hunters, Diana and Atalanta, available only to the males, men or gods, who could outrun them; death to all others.
Let all Black Poets die as trumpets, And be buried in the dust of marching feet.
And he that blasphemeth the name of the Lord, he shall surely be put to death, and all the congregation shall certainly stone him.
Now death is death! and yet is not one death Another death? Stabbing is not the same As shooting! Would you say a strangled man Was drown'd? The end is one, the means are many, And there the difference lies!
I never kissed my father until he was on his death bed.
Death is only a small interruption.
If there wasn't death, I think you couldn't go on.
