Quotes
Quotes about Death
Death and taxes are inevitable.
And since the stench of death will always attract flies and vermin, the arrival of Geraldo was perhaps inevitable.
Know'st thou not any whom corrupting gold Will tempt unto a close exploit of death?
When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.
I cannot give thee less, to be called grateful. Thou thought'st to help me, and such thanks I give As one near death to those that wish him live.
For out allotted time is the passing of a shadow, and there is no return from our death, because it is sealed up and no one turns back.
Union Carbide desecrated India with killer insecticides brought to Bhopal They violated Hinduism All bugs are sacred to Ahimsa's Gopal *** (the biggest industrial accident of all time.. involved several thousand deaths ..as killer insecticide gas killed humans.. ) Ahimsa nonviolence Gopal.. name for Krishna as protector of cows and all beings.
Some guard these traitors to the block of death, Treason's true bed and yielder up of breath.
Let no one till his death be called unhappy. Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor done.
What do I dislike about death? Must be the hours.
The difference between sex and death is that with death you can do it alone and no one is going to make fun of you.
Written about Washington after his death by another of the founding fathers, Thomas Jefferson: His mind was great and powerful ... as far as he saw, no judgment was ever sounder. It was slow in operation, being little aided by invention or imagination, but sure in conclusion.... Perhaps the strongest feature in his character was prudence, never acting until every circumstance, every consideration, was maturely weighed; refraining if he saw doubt, but, when once decided, going through his purpose, whatever obstacles opposed. His integrity was the most pure, his justice the most inflexible I have ever known.... He was, indeed, in every sense of the words, a wise, a good and a great man ... On the whole, his character was, in its mass, perfect ... it may truly be said, that never did nature and fortune combine more perfectly to make a man great....
Out spoke the victor then, As he hail'd them o'er the wave, Ye are brothers! ye are men! And we conquer but to save; So peace instead of death let us bring; But yield, proud foe, let us bring; With the crews, at England's feet, And make submission meet To our King.
The violets were past their prime, Yet their departing breath Was sweeter, in the blast of death, Than all the lavish fragrance of the time.
Of all the benefits which virtue confers on us, the contempt of death is one of the greatest.
We have to go along a road covered with blood. We have no other alternative. For us it is a matter of life or death, a matter of living or existing. We have to be ready to face the challenges that await us.
There will one day spring from the brain of science a machine or force so fearful in its potentialities, so absolutely terrifying, that even man, the fighter, who will dare torture and death in order to inflict torture and death, will be appalled, and so abandon war forever.
This is the one hundred and tenth anniversary of the birthday of Washington. We are met to celebrate this day. Washington is the mightiest name on earth--long since mightiest in the cause of civil liberty; still mightiest in moral reformation. On that name an eulogy is expected. It can not be. To add brightness to the sun or glory to the name of Washington is alike impossible. Let none attempt it. In solemn awe pronounce the name and in its naked, deathless splendor leave it shining on.
O Lord! methought what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes! Methoughts I saw a thousand fearful wracks; A thousand men that fishes gnawed upon; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scatt'red in the bottom of the sea: Some lay in dead men's skulls, and in the holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes) reflecting gems, That wooed the slimy bottom of the deep And mocked the dead bones that lay scatt'red by.
If thou art rich, thou'rt poor, For, like an ass whose back with ingots bows, Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey, And death unloads thee.
Are you drawn forth among a world of men To slay the innocent? What is my offense? Where is the evidence that doth accuse me? What lawful quest have given their verdict up Unto the frowning judge? or who pronounced The bitter sentence of poor Clarence's death Before I be convict by course of law? To threaten me with death is most unlawful: I charge you, as you hope [to have redemption By Christ's dear blood shed for our grievous sins,] That you depart, and lay no hands on me. The deed you undertake is damnable.
You forget too much That every creature, female as the male, Stands single in responsible act and thought As also in birth and death.
Let no one till his death Be called unhappy. Measure not the work Until the day's out and the labour done.
Another lean unwashed artificer Cuts off his tale and talks of Arthur's death.
In this world nothing is sure but death and taxes.
