Death Quotes
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It is easy not to support the death penalty when there is doubt about the culpability of the person sitting in the chair; it is harder to sustain such principles when the crime of the accused is morally indefensible.
Clint Smith
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Those who have hardened, have a covenant with Death. Those who remain gentle are conjoined with Life.
Lao Tzu
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Death is the ultimate weapon of the tyrant; resurrection does not make a covenant with death, it overthrows it.
N. T. Wright
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Warrior, when you pledge yourself to the service of a High Priestess, the goal is not to frighten her to death but to protect your lady from death.
P. C. Cast
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A graphic designer, you know, who understands ideas and understands that ideas are what makes the world go round, could change the world with a magazine. If one talent could do it right now, and everybody would stop saying it's the death of magazines.
George Lois
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Be careful, then, and be gentle about death. For it is hard to die, it is difficult to go through the door, even when it opens.
D. H. Lawrence
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The history of New Orleans was always a fascination to me - such a blend of light and darkness and plague and pleasure and hedonism and fear and death. It's just a very, very intriguing city. I have this strange love relationship with it.
Beth Moore
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Paul believed, in fact, that Jesus had gone through death and out the other side. Jesus had gone into a new mode of physicality, for which there was no precedent and of which there was, as yet, no other example.
N. T. Wright
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Without a rifle you are nothing, worthless, you are waiting for death, any minute, any second.
Aron Bielski
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In the black sky no star is seen, somewhere in ambush lurks the Angel of Death, but the spices tongues of the masqueraders are loose and shameless A shout: 'Make way for the hero!' Ah yes. Displacing the tall one, he will step forth now without fail and sing to us about holy vengeance...
Anna Akhmatova
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Beauty is a fading flower, Truth is but a wizard's tower, Where a solemn death-bell tolls, And a forest round it rolls.
Alfred Noyes
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Then forth he came, his both knees falt'ring, bothHis strong hands hanging down, and all with frothHis cheeks and nostrils flowing, voice and breathSpent to all use, and down he sunk to death.The sea had soaked his heart through; all his veinsHis toils had rack'd t'a labouring woman's pains.Dead weary was he.
George Chapman
