DEATH QUOTES XXVI

quotations about death


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Weep strong men must,
Since all before us now is lifeless dust;
Majestic clay
Is all, good friends, death leaves to us today.

ELIZA ALLEN STARR
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"Col. James A. Mulligan"


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The fear of death has been raised too much and set up on high, especially by preachers, like the brazen serpent in the wilderness over the heads of the Israelites; but not with so good excuse as that symbol had, for this fear has not been curative, I think, nor made into pleasant or graceful shape, but rather a horrid spectacle, to affright people. For that men can be frightened into piety has been one of the legacies of religion which barbarous ages have bequeathed us plentifully.

JAMES VILA BLAKE

Essays


When you die it's the end of your life.

SAM SHEPARD

Tongues


Dying is an art.
Like everything else,
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I have a call.

SYLVIA PLATH

Ariel


We live as we die, and die as we live.

EDWARD COUNSEL

Maxims


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"


Death is only a launching into the region of the strange Untried; it is but the first salutation to the possibilities of the immense Remote, the Wild, the Watery, the Unshored.

HERMAN MELVILLE

Moby Dick


I don't mean to imply that I'm afraid of Death. I'm just not ready to go out on a date with him.

DEAN KOONTZ

Odd Thomas


Death is like an old whore in a bar--I'll buy her a drink but I won't go upstairs with her.

ERNEST HEMINGWAY

To Have and Have Not


Life is what you celebrate. All of it. Even its end.

JOANNE HARRIS

Chocolat


The road to death is a long march beset with all evils, and the heart fails little by little at each new terror, the bones rebel at each step, the mind sets up its own bitter resistance and to what end? The barriers sink one by one, and no covering of the eyes shuts out the landscape of disaster, nor the sight of crimes committed there.

KATHERINE ANNE PORTER

"Pale Horse, Pale Rider"


When do the dead die? When they are forgotten.

LAURA ESQUIVEL

The Law of Love


Day by day Time rolls the scroll of Life,
Yet man heeds not in worldly strife
The vanished years, till Death demands his claim--
The mound-lines of the clay that mark his name.

HARRIET MAXWELL CONVERSE

"Day by Day"


As men, we are all equal in the presence of death.

PUBLILIUS SYRUS

Maxims


When I take a full view and circle of myself, without this reasonable moderator, and equal piece of justice, Death, I concieve myself the most miserable person extant; were there not another life that I hope for, all the vanities of this world should not entreat a moments breath from me.

WELLINS CALCOTT

Thoughts Moral and Divine


To forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time.

ELIE WIESEL

Night


Dying is like coming to the end of a long novel--you only regret it if the ride was enjoyable and left you wanting more.

JEROME P. CRABB

Death Quotes and Quibbles


Death is the end of one story and the beginning of another.

PHILIP MOELLER

Helena's Husband


There is something wonderful about a death, how everything shuts down, and all the ways you thought you were vital are not even vaguely important. Your husband can feed the kids, he can work the new oven, he can find the sausages in the fridge, after all. And his important meeting was not important, not in the slightest.

ANNE ENRIGHT

The Gathering


It is not death to have the body called back to the earth, and dissolved into its kindred elements, and mouldered to dust, and, it may be, turn to daisies, in the grave. But it is death to have the soul paralyzed, its inner life quenched, its faculties dissipated; that is death.

E. H. CHAPIN

Living Words