Death Quotes
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I mean, they say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time.
Banksy
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Where equality is enthroned, freedom is extinguished. The rise of the egalitarian society means the death of the free society.
Pat Buchanan
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my boyfriend is a rock god baby (and not kiss-of-death(sorry))
Rachel Caine
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Since Pharaoh’s bits were pushed into the jaws of kings, these dyings-patient or impatient, but dyings-have happened, by the hundreds of millions; they were all wasted. They taught us to kill others and to die ourselves, but never how to live. Who is 'taught to live' by cruelty, suffering, stupidity, and that occupational disease of soldiers, death?
Randall Jarrell
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Any man who outgrows the myths of childhood is ninety-nine percent aware and convinced of his own mortality. But then comes the chilly breath on the nape of the neck, a stirring of the air by the wings of the bleak angel. When a man becomes one hundred percent certain of his inevitable death, he gets The Look.
John D. MacDonald
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The death of a single human being is too heavy a price for the vindication of any principle, however sacred.
Daniel Berrigan
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Death will be a great relief. No more interviews.
Katharine Hepburn
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They can keep their God, they can keep their Light. I want the world back. I want questions, not the answer. I want my own life back, and my own death!
Ursula K. Le Guin
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The central Christian belief is that Christ's death has somehow put us right with God and given us a fresh start. Theories as to how it did this are another matter. A good many different theories have been held as to how it works; what all Christians are agreed on is that it does work.
C. S. Lewis
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O Death the Healer, scorn thou not, I pray,To come to me: of cureless ills thou artThe one physician. Pain lays not its touchUpon a corpse.
Aeschylus
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At the round earth's imagin'd corners, blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls, and to your scattred bodies go.
John Donne
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I have sought, but I seek it vainly,That one lost chord divine,Which came from the soul of the Organ,And entered into mine. It may be that Death's bright angelWill speak in that chord again,It may be that only in HeavenI shall hear that grand Amen.
Adelaide Anne Procter