Death Quotes
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The glories of our blood and state, Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate, Death lays his icy hand on kings. Scepter and crown must tumble down, And, in the dust, be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
James Shirley
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La mort n'est que pour les me diocres. Death is only for the mediocre.
Alfred Jarry
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Death doesn't frighten me; now I can think peacefully of ending a long life.
Jeanne Calment
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And lo, the Hospital, gray, quiet, old, Where life and death like friendly chafferers meet.
William Ernest Henley
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Curiosity is life. Assumption is death.
Mark Parker
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Animals whom we have made our slaves we do not like to consider our equals. - Do not slave holders wish to make the black man other kind? - animals with affections, imitation, fear of death, pain, sorrow for the dead. - respect.
Charles Darwin
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Women, despite the fact that nine out of ten of them go through life with a death-bed air either of snatching-the-last-moment or with martyr-resignation, do not die tomorrow--or the next day. They have to live on to any one of many bitter ends.
Zelda Fitzgerald
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My mother's death brought me to my knees. She was my hero, my role model, my very best friend. I spoke to her every single day of my life. I really tried hard when I grew up to make her proud of me.
Maria Shriver
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He that fears death loses the joys of life.
Jan Hus
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They cared for no one, they were outside humanity, and death, had it come, would only have continued their pursuit of a retreating horizon.
E. M. Forster
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'Compromise is necessary,' Max agreed, 'so long as you never give up who you are. That isn’t compromise; that’s spiritual death. You have to remain true to yourself.'
Charles de Lint
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We fell silent again. The thing we had shared was nothing more than a fragment of time that had died longe ago.Even so, a faint glimmer of that warm memory still claimed a part of my heart. And when death claim me, no doubt I would walk along by that faint light in the brief instant before being flung once again into the abyss of nothingness.
Haruki Murakami
