Death Quotes

Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people. by Khalil Gibran

Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me. by John Donne

Death is the veil which those who live call life; They sleep, and it is lifted.by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time. by Mark Twain

Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic. by W. H. Auden

Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep. by Lord Byron

Death comes to all, but great achievements build a monument which shall endure until the sun grows cold. by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Death is the only pure, beautiful conclusion of a great passion. by David Herbert Lawrence

Death tugs at my ear and says: "Live, I am coming". by Oliver Wendell Holmes

People living deeply have no fear of death. by Anais Nin

Death is not the end. There remains the litigation over the estate. by Ambrose Bierce

Finality is death. Perfection is finality. Nothing is perfect. There are lumps in it. by James Stephens

Death is not evil, for it frees man from all ills and takes away his desires along with desire's rewards. by Giacomo Leopardi

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. by Herman Melville

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

Death never takes the wise man by surprise, he is always ready to go. by Jean de La Fontaine

Death is a commingling of eternity with time; in the death of a good man, eternity is seen looking through time. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet. by George Eliot

When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity. by George Eliot

death will extract me / a disappointed man / there can be no arriving by Rg Gregory

death as a welcoming thought / is life's worst admission by Rg Gregory