Quotes
Quotes about Death
If after every tempest come such calms,
May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!
The sense of death is most in apprehension;
And the poor beetle, that we tread upon,
In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
As when a giant dies.
The weariest and most loathed worldly life
That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment
Can lay on nature, is a paradise
To what we fear of death.
Done to death by slanderous tongues.
This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad.
I am a tainted wether of the flock,
Meetest for death: the weakest kind of fruit
Drops earliest to the ground.
Speak me fair in death.
Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children is increased with tales, so is the other.
Underneath this sable hearse
Lies the subject of all verse,--
Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother.
Death, ere thou hast slain another,
Learn'd and fair and good as she,
Time shall throw a dart at thee.
I know death hath ten thousand several doors
For men to take their exit.
Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave.
Death hath a thousand doors to let out life.
Grim death.
Death hath so many doors to let out life.
No arts, no letters, no society, and which is worst of all, continual fear and danger of violent death, and the life of man solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.
Death aims with fouler spite
At fairer marks.
After death the doctor.
The glories of our blood and state
Are shadows, not substantial things;
There is no armour against fate;
Death lays his icy hands on kings.
Death calls ye to the crowd of common men.
The thousand doors that lead to death.
Sleep is a death; oh, make me try
By sleeping what it is to die,
And as gently lay my head
On my grave as now my bed!
Drawing near her death, she sent most pious thoughts as harbingers to heaven; and her soul saw a glimpse of happiness through the chinks of her sickness-broken body.
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit
Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste
Brought death into the world, and all our woe.
O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp,
Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death.
Before mine eyes in opposition sits
Grim Death, my son and foe.
