Death Quotes
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For a long time, no village girl would dress her hair or bosom with the sweetest flower from that field of death: and after many a year had come and gone, the berries growing there, were still believed to leave too deep a stain upon the hand that plucked them.
Charles Dickens
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I had at one point this rather depressing image of some alien culture seeing the death of this planet - coming down in their spaceships and sniffing around; finding all our skeletons sitting around our TV sets and trying to work out why our end came before its time and they come to the conclusion that we amused ourselves to death.
Roger Waters
Pink Floyd
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All flesh is grass. and all its glory fades
Like the fair flower dishevell'd in the wind;
Riches have wings, and grandeur is a dream;
The man we celebrate must find a tomb,
And we that worship him, ignoble graves.
William Cowper
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Even for those to whom life and death are equal jests. There are some things that are still held in respect.
Edgar Allan Poe
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I desire that death find me ready and writing, or if it please Christ, praying and intears.
Petrarch
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I am tired of fighting. Our chiefs are killed ... the old men are all killed ... it is cold and we have no blankets. The little children are freezing to death. My people, some of them, have run away to the hills and have no blankets, no food; no one knows where they are, perhaps freezing to death. I want time to look for my children and see how many of them I can find. Maybe I shall find them among the dead. Hear me, my chiefs, I am tired; my heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more forever.
Alan Bock
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Like a led victim, to my death I'll go, And, dying, bless the hand that gave the blow.
John Dryden
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All that tread, the globe are but a handful to the tribes, that slumber in its bosom.
William Cullen Bryant
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Still as death, and Andrés felt as if it were up to him to make noise so that his sister would know they were still alive.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
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Human relationships didn't work anyhow. Only the first two weeks had any zing, then the participants lost their interest. Masks dropped away and real people began to appear: cranks, imbeciles, the demented, the vengeful, sadists, killers. Modern society had created its own kind and they feasted on each other. It was a duel to the death-in a cesspool.
Charles Bukowski
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... while I am Death's daughter and walk in His dark shadow, surely the darkness can give way to light sometimes.
Robin LaFevers
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As men, we are all equal in the presence of death.
Publilius Syrus
