death quotes
So in the simple blessing of a rainbow, In the bevelled edge of a sunlit mirror, I have seen visible, Death's artifact Like a soldier's ribbon on a tunic tacked.
The theme of Death is to Poetry what Mistaken Identity is to Drama.
We flee from Death's bitter cup; he follows, loving and fain.
Life is a malady whose one medicine is Death.
He had often noticed that six months'oblivion amounts to newspaper death, and that resurrection is rare. Nothing is easier, if a manwants it, thanrest, profound as the grave.
Death is an acquired trait.
On the plus side, death is one of the few things that can be done as easily lying down.
The deceased Gentlemanwas, weare informed, a native of Ashbourn, Derbyshire, at which place he was born in theYear of Grace, 217, and was consequently in the 1643rd year of his age. For some months the patriotic Old Man had been suffering from injuries sustained in his native town, so far back as Shrovetide in last year; he was at once removed (byappeal) to London, where he lingered in suspense till the law of death put its icy hand upon him, and claimed as another trophy to magisterial interference one who had long lived in the hearts of the people.
La mort ne fait jamais mal. La mort est douce Ce qui fait souffrir avec certains poisons, certaines blessures maladroites, c'est la vie. C'est le reste de vie. Il faut se confier franchement a' la mort comme une amie. Death never hurts. Death is sweet Life is what makes us suffer with its poisons and awkward injuries. That's what remains of life.We must confide freely in death as we would in a friend.
Et toi mon coeur pourquoi bats-tu Comme un guetteur me lancolique J'observe la nuit et la mort. And you my heart why do you pound Like some melancholy watchman I watch the night and death.
Curle (who is one of the new terrors of Death) has been writing letters to every body for memoirs of his life.
Her cabined ample Spirit, It fluttered and failed for breath. Tonight it doth inherit The vasty hall of death.
O all the instruments agree The day of his death was a dark cold day.
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.
There is no passion in the mind of man so weak, but it mates and mastersthefearofdeath. And therefore death is no such terrible enemy, when a man hath so many attendants about him that can win the combat of him. Revenge triumphs over death; love slights it; honour aspireth to it; grief flieth to it.
Deathopeneth the gate to good fame, and extinguisheth envy.
Jesus Christ, as he is attested to us in Holy Scripture, is the one Word of God whom we have to hear, and whom we have to trust and obey in life and in death.
Tout refus du langage est une mort. Any refusal of language is a death.
With the publication of his private papers in1952, he committed suicide 25 years after his death.
Statisticsarethetriumphofthequantitativemethod, and the quantitative method is the victory of sterilityand death.
Photography, because it stops the flow of life, is always flirting with death.
All weddings are similar but every marriage is different. Death comes to everyone but one mourns alone.
La mort, mon fils, est un bien pour tous les hommes; elle est la nuit de ce jour inquiet qu'on appelle la vie. Bernstein Death, my son, is a good for all; it is the night of this worrisome day that one calls life.
Come, friendly bombs, and fall on Slough It isn't fit for humans now There isn't grass to graze a cow Swarm over, Death!
Icall heavenand earthtorecord thisdayagainst you, that Ihaveset before you life and death, blessing and cursing: therefore choose life, that both thou and thy seed may live.
And Samson said,Let me die with the Philistines. And he bowed himself with all his might; and the house fell upon the lords, and upon all the people that were therein. So the dead which he slewat his death were more than they which he slew in his life.
Intreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee: for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest,Iwill lodge: thy peopleshall be my people, and thy God my God: Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried: the L do so to me, and more also, if ought but death part thee and me.
Saul and Jonathan were lovelyand pleasant in their lives, and in their death they were not divided: they were swifter than eagles, they were stronger than lions I am distressed for thee, my brother Jonathan: very pleasant hast thou been unto me: thy love to me was wonderful, passing the love of women. How are the mighty fallen, and the weapons of war perished!
The L ismy shepherd; Ishall not want.He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.Yea, though I walk through the valleyof theshadow of death,I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the L for ever.
Their soul abhorreth all manner of meat; and they draw near unto the gates of death.
For thou hast delivered my soul from death, mine eyes fromtears, and my feet from falling.I will walk beforethe L in the land of the living. I believed, therefore have I spoken: I wasgreatlyafflicted: I said in my haste, All men are liars.
Precious in the sight of the L isthe death of his saints.
For the lips of a strange woman drop as an honeycomb, and her mouth is smoother than oil: But her end is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two-edged sword.Her feet go down to death; her steps take hold on hell.
There is a way which seemeth right unto a man, but the end thereof are the ways of death.
There is no man that hath power over the spirit to retain the spirit; neither hath he power in the day of death: and there is no discharge in that war; neither shall wickedness deliver those that are given to it.
Love isstrong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame. Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.
The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light: they that dwell in the land of the shadow of death, upon them hath the light shined.
He will swallow up death in victory; and the Lord Gwill wipe away tears from off all faces; and the rebuke of his people shall he take away from off all the earth: for the L hath spoken it.
We have made a covenant with death, and with hell are we at agreement.
He was cut off out of the land of the living: for the transgression of my people was he stricken. And he made his grave with the wicked, and with the rich in his death; because he had done no violence, neither was any deceit in his mouth.
Nevertheless through envy of the devil came death into the world: and they that do hold of his side do find it.
For thou hast powerof life and death: thou leadesttothe gates of hell, and bringest up again.
Judge none blessed before his death: for a man shall be known in his children.
All flesh waxeth old as a garment: for the covenant from the beginning is,Thou shalt die the death.
The people which sat in darkness saw great light; and to them which sat intheregion and shadow of death light is sprung up.
Knowing that Christ being raised from the dead dieth no more; death hath no more dominion over him.
For thewages of sinisdeath; butthegiftof God iseternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.
O wretchedmanthat Iam! whoshall deliver mefromthe body of this death?
For they that are after the flesh do mind thethings of the flesh; but they that are after the Spirit the things of the Spirit. For to be carnally minded is death; but to be spiritually minded is life and peace.
I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
The Lord Jesus the same night in which he was betrayed took bread: And when he had given thanks, he brake it, and said,Take, eat: this is my body, which is broken for you: this do in remembrance of me. After the same manner also he took the cup, when he had supped, saying,This cup is the new testament in my blood: this do ye, as oft as ye drink it, in remembrance of me. For as often as ye eat this bread, and drink this cup, ye do shew the Lord's death till he come.
But now is Christ risen from the dead, and become the first-fruits of them that slept. For since by man came death, by man came also the resurrection of the dead. For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ shall all be made alive.
He must reign, till he hath put all enemies under his feet. The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.
O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
Let this mind be in you, which was also in Christ Jesus: Who, being intheformof God, thought it not robbery to be equal with God: But made himself of no reputation, and took upon him the form of a servant, and was made in the likeness of men: And being found in fashion as a man, he humbled himself, and became obedient unto death, even the death of the cross.Wherefore God also hath highly exalted him, and given him a name which is above every name:That at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth; And that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.
I am he that liveth, and was dead; and, behold, I am alive for evermore, Amen; and have the keys of hell and of death.
Be thou faithful unto death, and I will give thee a crown of life.
And I looked, and beholda palehorse: and hisnamethat sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him.
And God shall wipe awayall tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, norcrying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away. And he that sat upon the throne said,Behold, I make all things new. And he said unto me, Write: for these words are true and faithful.
All things they have in common, being so poor, And their one fear, Death's shadow at the door. Each sundown makes them mournful, each sunrise Brings back the brightness in their failing eyes.
Then is not death at watch Within those secret waters? What wants he but to catch Earth's heedless sons and daughters?
Death is the supreme Festival on the road to freedom.
To have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I plight thee my troth.
In the midst of life we are in death.
Their soul abhorred all manner of meat: and they were even hard at death's door.
Too much importance isgiven thewriterand not enough to his work.What difference does it make who he is and what he feels, since he's merelya machine for transmission of ideas. In reality he doesn't existhe's a cipher, a blank. A spy sent into life by the forces of death. His main objective is to get the information across the border, back into death.
Death is anunusually severe and degrading punishment.
The Angel of Death has been abroad throughout the land.You mayalmost hear the beating of his wings.
Death is not soft-mouthed, vague-footed, nearby. It is in the hall.
Nothing I have ever written has been admired as much as the announcement of my death.
Illness and deaththe only things that a tyrant has in commonwith his subjects In thissensealone, a nation profits from being run byan old man.
Naught broken save this body, lost but breath; Nothing to shake the laughing heart's long peace there But onlyagony, and that has ending; And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.
I am not so much afraid of death, as ashamed thereof.
Certainly there is no happiness within this circle of flesh, nor is it in the optics of these eyes to behold felicity; the first day of our Jubilee is death.
We all labour against our own cure, for death is the cure of all diseases.
Life itself is but the shadow of death, and souls departed but the shadows of the living. All things fall under this name.The sun itself is but the dark simulacrum, and light but the shadow of God.
I love thee with the love I seemed to lose With my lost Saints,I love thee with the breath Smiles, tears, of all my life!and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
My times be inThy hand! Perfect the cup as planned! Let age approve of youth, and Death complete the same!
For I say, this is death and the sole death, When a man's loss comes to him from his gain, Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance, And lack of love from love made manifest.
My Sword, I give to him that shall succeed me in my Pilgrimage, and my Courage and Skill, to himthat can get it. My Marks and Scars I carry with me, to be a witness for me, that Ihave fought his Battles, who now will be my Rewarder As he went, he said,Death, where is thy Sting? And as he went down deeper, he said,Grave where is thy Victory? So he passed over, and the Trumpets sounded for him on the other side.
Death comes along like a gas bill one can't payand that's all one can sayabout it.
Death, like the quintessence of otherness, is for others.
There's death in the cupsae beware! Nay, morethere is danger in touching; But wha can avoid the fell snare? The man and his wine's sae bewitching!
'I'll be judge, I'll be jury,'said cunning old Fury; 'I'll try the whole cause, and condemn you to death.'
A sentence ofdeathwitha stayofexecutionfor six years.
Quand on a pas d'imagination, mourir c'est peu de chose, quand on en a, mourir c'est trop. For those who have no imagination, death means little. For those who have one, death is often too much.
Des pauvres, c'est-a' -dire des gens dont la mort n'inte resse personne. The poorthat is, the people whose death interests no one.
Para todo hay remedio, si no es para la muerte. There's a remedy for everything except death.
Vivre est une maladie dont le sommeil nous soulage toutes les16 heures. C'est un palliatif. La mort est le reme' de. Living is an illness to which sleep provides relief every16 hours.It's a palliative. Death is the remedy.
Of all tyrannies in history, the Bolshevik tyranny is the worst, the most destructive, the most degrading. Every British and French soldier killed last year was really done to death by Lenin and Trotskynot in fair war, but by the treacherous desertion of an ally without parallel in the history of the world.
On dit que la vie et la mort sont au pouvoir de la langue. It is said that life and death are under the power of language.
Thinkwhat I have got for Ireland? Something which she has wanted these past seven hundred years.Will
The mysterious East, perfumed like a flower, silent like death, dark like a grave.
But as in wailing there's nought availing, And Death unfailing will strike the blow, Then for that reason, and for a season, Let us be merry before we go.
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born, Relieve my languish and restore the light; With dark forgetting of my care return. And let the day be time enough to mourn The shipwreck of my ill adventured youth: Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn Without the torment of the night's untruth.
From the war of nature, from famine and death, the most exalted object which we are capable of conceiving, namely, the production of the higher animals, directly follows. There isgrandeur in this view of life.
Learn then to dance, you that are princes born, And lawful lords of earthly creatures all; Imitate them, and thereof take no scorn, (For this new art to them is natural) And imitate the stars celestial. For when pale death your vital twist shall sever, Your better parts must dance with them forever.
I saw corpses, and grew used to their unimportant look, for a dead man without any of the panoply of death is a desperately insignificant object.
'Did they dare, did they dare, to slay Owen Roe O'Neil?' 'Yes, theyslew with poisonhimthey feared tomeet with steel.' 'May God wither up their hearts! May their blood cease to flow! May they walk in living death, who poisoned Owen Roe!'
Things as certain as death and taxes, can be more firmly believed. See also Franklin 335:18.
And sad,Oh sad, that glen with one thin stream He met his death in; and a farmer told me There was but one small bird to shoot: it sang 'Better Beast and know your end, and die Than Man with murderous angels in his head.'
Because I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me The carriage held but just Ourselves And Immortality.
Death is a dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust.
En tantas de la muerte librer|as, los cuerpos de esos huesos, mal seguro, estudia, Julio; y en su letra advierte, que son abecedarios de la muerte! Julio, in those libraries of death study the bodies of those bonesan assured evil; and learn from those characters that they form the abecedary of death!
But Jesus, when you don't have any money the problem is food.When you have money, it's sex.When you have both it's health, you worryabout getting ruptured or something. If everything is simply jake then you're frightened of death.
At the round earth's imagined corners, blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go.
Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so, For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones and soul's delivery.
One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more: Death, thou shalt die!
Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved inmankind; and thereforenever send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
For here the lover and killer are mingled who had one body and one heart. And death, who had the soldier singled has done the lover mortal hurt.
Death, in itself, is nothing; but we fear, To be we know not what, we know not where.
And doomed to death, though fated not to die.
Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us bear, Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to th'appointed place we tend; The world's an inn, and death the journey's end.
One thing alone I charge you. As you live, believe in life! Always human beings will live and progress to a greater, broader and fuller life. The only possible death is to lose belief in this truth simply because the great end comes slowly, because time is long.
Desire paces Eternityas if it had bounds, craving death. The Word climbs upward into Its crown.
Here lies, bowl'd out by Death's unerring ball, A cricketer renowned, by name John Small; But though his name was small, yet great was his fame, For nobly did he play the'noble game'. His life was like his inningslong and good; Full ninety summers had Death withstood, At length the ninetieth winter camewhen (Fate Not leaving him one solitary mate) This last of Hambledonians, old John Small, Gave up his bat and ballhis leather, wax and all.
In every parting there is an image of death.
Webster was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin; And breastless creatures under ground Leaned backward with a lipless grin.
Unreal City, Under the brown fog of a winter dawn, A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many, I had not thought death had undone so many.
But set down This, set down This: were we led all that way for Birth or Death? There was a Birth, certainly, We had evidence and no doubt. I had seen birth and death But had thought they were different; this Birth was Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death. We returned to our places, these Kingdoms, But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation, With an alien people clutching their gods. I should be glad of another death.
Birth, and copulation, and death. That's all the facts when you come to brass tacks: Birth, and copulation, and death. I've been born, and once is enough.
Whenlovegrows diseased,thebestthing we candoisto put it to a violent death. I cannot endure the torture of a lingering and consumptive passion.
The meanest life is better than the most glorious death.
Had every Christian in Hitler's Europe followed the example of the king of Denmark and decided to put on the yellow star, there would be today neither despair in the church nor talk of the death of God.
It hath been often said, that it is not death, but dying, which is terrible.
Best while you have it use your breath, There is no drinking after death.
Death destroys a man: the idea of death saves him. 331
All perfect republics are a perfect nonsense.The craving to risk death is our last great perversion.We come from night, we go into night.Why live in night?
What use the green river, the gold place, if time and death pinned human in the pocket of my land not rest from taking underground the green all-willowed and white rose and bean flower and morning-mist picnic of song in pepper-pot breast of thrush?
I want to go on living even after death!
Bene veniat soror mea mors. Welcome, my sister Death.
In this world nothing can be said to be certain, except death and taxes. See Defoe 258:25.
Why fear death? It's the most beautiful adventure in life.
Wild animals never kill for sport. Man is the only one to whom the torture and death of his fellow-creatures is amusing in itself.
The knowledge that you can have is inexhaustible, and what is inexhaustible is benevolent. The knowledge that you cannot have is of the riddles of birth and death, of our future destinyand the purposes of God. Here there is no knowledge, but illusions that restrict freedom and limit hope. Accept the mystery behind knowledge: It is not darkness but shadow.
When a Forsyte was engaged, married, or born, the Forsytes were present; when a Forsyte diedbut no Forsyte had as yet died; they did not die; death being contrary to their principles, they took precautions against it, the instinctive precautions of highly vitalised persons who resent encroachments on their property.
Soldati, io esco da Roma. Chi vuole continuare la guerra contro lo straniero venga con me. Non posso offrigli ne onori ne stipendi; gli offro fame, sete, marce forzate, battaglie e morte. Chi ama la Patria me segua. Soldiers, I'm getting out of Rome. Anyone who wants to carry on the war against the outsiders, follow me. I can offer you neither honours nor wages, I offer you hunger, thirst, forced marches, battles and death. Anyone who loves his country, follow me.
If a man were called to fix the period in the history of the world during whichthe conditionof thehumanrace was most happy and prosperous, he would, without hesitation, name that which elapsed from the death of Domitian to the accession of Commodus.
The Hunschanted a funeral song to the memory of a hero, glorious inhis life, invincible in his death, the father of his people, the scourge of his enemies, and the terror of the world.
The silver swan, who living had no note, When death approached, unlocked her silent throat; Leaning her breast against the reedy shore, Thus sung her first and last, and sung no more: 'Farewell, all joys; Oh death, come close mine eyes; More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise.'
The madman bum and angel beat inTime, unknown, yet putting down here what might be left to say in time come after death.
Stirring suddenly from long hibernation, I knew myself once more a poet Guarded by timeless principalities Against the worm of death.
Counting the slow heart beats, The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats, Wakeful they lie.
Of course in nature the only ending is death, but death hardly ever happens when people are at their best. That is why we like tragedies. They show men energetically with their wits about them and deserving to do it.
Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death?
Death was the only absolute value in my world. Lose life and one would lose nothing again for ever Death was far more certain than God, and with death there would no longer be the daily possibility of love dying.
This is the last day of1943, a year to be said goodbye to without regret, holding as it did nothing beyond captivity and depression, weary waiting, and above all the sight of immeasurable human misery, suffering and death.
We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the moment of waking from a troubled dream: it may be so the moment after death.
The love of posterity is a consequence of the necessity of death. If a man were sure of living forever here, he would not care about his offspring.
Death cancels everything but truth; and strips a man of everything but genius and virtue. It is a sort of natural canonization.
Das Leben ist der Gu« ter h o« chstes, und das schlimmste « Ubel ist derTod.
Bullfighting is the onlyart in which the artist is in danger of death and in which the degree of brilliance in the performance is left to the fighter's honor.
There is no lonelier man in death, except the suicide, thanthemanwho has lived many years with a good wife and then outlived her. If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.
Madame, all stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he isno true story-teller who would keep that from you.
Once writing has become your major vice and greatest pleasure only death can stop it.
Se ha hecho para los vivos y no para los muertos el porque metaf|sico y las reflexiones sobre la vida y la muerte, pero no les hace falta aclarar todo el misterio, les hace falta distraerse y son ar en aclararlo. Metaphysical questions and reflections on lifeand death were created for people alive and not for the dead. However, they do not have to solve all mystery; it is enough for them to create some distraction and to dream that they clarify.
I put for a general inclination of all mankind, a perpetual and restless desire of power after power, that ceaseth only in death.
Whatsoever therefore is consequent to a time of war, where every man is enemy to every man; the same is consequent to the time wherein men live without other security than what their own strength, and their own invention shall furnish them withall. In such condition, there isno place for industry; becausethe fruit thereof is uncertain: and consequently no culture of the earth; no navigation, nor use of the commodities that may be imported by sea; no commodious building; no instruments of moving, and removing such things as require much force; no knowledge of the face of the Earth; no account of Time; 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 is nothing at all; it does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room.
Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurled Anywhere, anywhere, Out of the world!
Here! creep, Wretch, under a comfort serves in a whirlwind: all Life death does end and each day dies with sleep.
[A Gustave Courbet] portrait of a trouthas more death in it than Rubens could get in a whole Crucifixion.
Who owns the whole rainy, stony earth? Death. Who owns all of space? Death.
But who is stronger than death? Me, evidently.
'Death,'said Mark Staithes.'It'sthe only thing we haven't succeeded in completely vulgarizing.'
La mort n'est que pour les me diocres. Death is only for the mediocre.
I am disappointed by that stroke of death, which has eclipsed the gaiety of nations, and impoverished the public stock of harmless pleasure.
At the door Dante turned round violently and shouted down the room, her cheeks flushed and quivering with rage: Devil out of hell! We won! We crushed him to death! Fiend! The door slammed behind her. Mr Casey, freeing his arms from his holders, suddenly bowed his head on his hands with a sob of pain. Poor Parnell! he cried loudly. My dead king!
I think I shall be among the English Poets after my death.
Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a muse' d rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!
Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; Do noble things, do not dream them, all day long: And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Every soul shall taste of death; you shall surely be paid in full your wages on the Day of Resurrection.Whosoever is removed from the Fire and admitted to Paradise, shall win the triumph. The present life is but the joy of delusion.
If they were drowning to death, I would put a hose in their mouth.
Oh eyes, no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears; Oh life, no life, but lively form of death; Oh world, no world, but mass of public wrongs.
A parler humainement, la mort a un bel endroit, qui est de mettre fin a' la vieillesse. To speak humanely, death has a useful function: it puts an end to old age.
Il n'y a pour l'homme que trois e ve nements: na|"tre, vivre et mourir. Il ne se sent pas na|"tre, il souffre a' mourir, et il oublie de vivre. There are only three great events for a person: to be born, to liveand to die.He doesnot feel his own birth, he suffers upon death and he forgets to live.
Death stands above me, whispering low I know not what into my ear; Of his strange language all I know Is, there is not a word of fear.
On ne peut juger de la beaute de la vie que par celle de la mort. One can only judge the beauty of life through death.
Death is the only pure, beautiful conclusion of a great passion.
Better passion and death than any more of these'isms'. No more of the old purpose done up in aspic. Better passion and death.
Now it is autumn and the falling fruit And the long journey towards oblivion Have you built your ship of death,O have you?
Many men would take the death sentence without a whimper to escape the life-sentence which fate carries in her other hand.
Death is a name for beauty not in use.
There is no such thing as inner peace. There is only nervousness or death. Anyattempt to prove otherwise constitutes unacceptable behaviour.
Sleep is death without the responsibility.
Death and pain dominate this world, for though many are cured, they leave still weak, still tremulous, still knowing mortality has whispered to them; have seen in the folding of white bedspreads according to rule the starched pleats of a shroud.
Drabs from the alleyways and drug fiends pale Minds still passion-ridden, soul-power frail: Vermin-eaten saints with moldy breath, Unwashed legions with the ways of Death (Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?)
It is a great war for the emancipation of Europe from the thralldom of a military caste which has thrown its shadows upon two generations of men, and is now plunging theworld intoawelterof bloodshedand death.
Spain is the only country where death is the national spectacle.
Let there pass A minute, ten, ten trillion; but the blaze Is infinite, eternal: this is death. To die and know it. This is the Black Widow, death.
Then out spake brave Horatius, The Captain of the Gate: 'To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late. And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his God?'
'Mourning is a hard business,'Cesare said.'If people knew there'd be less death.'
He resolved to lead Britain and her fading empire in one last great struggleto arm the nation, not only with weapons but also with the mace of honor, creating in every English breast a soul beneath the ribs of death. 544
Zum Leben gibt es zwei Wege: Der eine ist der gew o« hnliche, direkte und brave. Der andere ist schlimm, er fu« h rt u« ber denTod, und das ist der genialeWeg! There are two paths in life: one is the regular one, direct, honest. The other is bad, it leads through deaththat is the way of genius!
Und wenn man sich fu« r das Leben interessiert, so interessiert man sich namentlich fu« r denTod. If a person concerns himself with life, he also concerns himself with death.
Whenever I prepare fora journey I prepare as though for death. Should Ineverreturn, all isinorder.Thisiswhat life has taught me.
A god is not so glorious as a king. I think the pleasure they enjoy in Heaven, Cannot compare with kingly joys in earth. To wear a crown enchased with pearl and gold, Whose virtues carry with it life and death; To ask and have, command and be obeyed; When looks breed love, with looks to gain the prize, Such power attractive shines in princes'eyes!
You stars that reigned at my nativity, Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus like a foggy mist, Into the entrails of yon labouring cloud, That when you vomit forth into the air, My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths, So that my soul may but ascend to heaven.
but wotthehell wotthehell oh i should worry and fret death and I will coquette there s a dance in the old dame yet toujoursgai toujoursgai.
Death opens unknown doors. It is most grand to die.
In the dark room where I began My mother's life made me a man. Through all the months of human birth Her beauty fed my common earth. I cannot see, nor breathe, nor stir, But through the death of some of her.
Menalwaystry tomake virtues oftheir weaknesses.Fear of death and fear of life become piety.
Can you imagine the name Zimmermann in bright lights? It would burn you to death!
It became known that death had taken Mr Melchisedec Harrington, and struck one off the list of living tailors.
Death devours all lovely things; Lesbia with her sparrow Shares the darknesspresently Every bed is narrow.
Part of knowing who we are is knowing we are not someone else. And Jew is only the name we give to that stranger, the agony we cannot feel, the death we look at like a cold abstraction. Each man has his Jew; it is the other.
The word 'civilization'to my mind is coupled with death. When I use the word, I see civilization as a crippling, thwarting thing, a stultifying thing Civilization is the arteriosclerosis of culture.
I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul. Under the ribs of Death.
Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful seat.
Behold me then, me for him, life for life I offer, on me let thine anger fall; Account me man; I for his sake will leave Thy bosom, and this glory next to thee Freely put off, and for him lastly die Well pleased, on me let Death wreck all his rage. 582
O fairest of creation, last and best Of all God's works, creature in whom excelled Whatever can to sight or thought be formed, Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet! How art thou lost, how on a sudden lost, Defaced, deflow'red, and now to death devote? Paradise Lost
But say That death be not one stroke, as I supposed, Bereaving sense, but endless misery From this day onward, which I feel begun Both in me, and without me, and so last To perpetuity; ay me, that fear Comes thund'ring back with dreadful revolution On my defenceless head; both Death and I Am found eternal, and incorporate both, Nor I on my part single, in me all Paradise Lost Posterity stands cursed: fair patrimony That I must leave ye, sons; O were I able To waste it all myself, and leave ye none!
Let us seek Death, or he not found, supply With our own hands his office on ourselves; Why stand we longer shivering under fears, That show no end but death, and have the power, Of many ways to die the shortest choosing, Destruction with destruction to destroy.
So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap, or be with ease Gathered, not harshly plucked, for death mature: This is old age; but then thou must outlive Thy youth, thy strength, thy beauty, which will change To withered weak and grey.
To live a life half dead, a living death.
Death to life is crown or shame.
Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame, nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
The Chairmanlooked dissatisfied lying onhis death bed.
Death and taxes and childbirth! There's never any convenient time for any of them!
Que la mort me trouve plantant mes choux, mais nonchalant d'elle, et encore plus de monjardinimparfait. I would like death to come to me while I am planting cabbages, caring little for death and even less for the imperfection of my garden.
Il faut pleurer les hommes a' leur naissance, et non pas a' leur mort. A person should be mourned at his birth, not at his death.
The Minstrel-boy to the war isgone, In the ranks of death you'll find him; His father's sword he has girded on, And his wild harp slung behind him.
There was nothing but pain in the desert, for human beings and animals alike.Lifewaspain.Only indeathwas there relief.
The law of Moses is harsh and severe, as for an enslaved and stubborn people, but it punishes theft with a fine, not death. Let us not think that in his new law of mercy, where he treats us with the tenderness of a father,God has given us greater license to be cruel to one another.
They do you a decent death in the hunting field.
A for adrenalin, the original A-bomb, fuel and punishment of aspiration, the Enlightenment's air-burst Back when God made me, I had no script. It was better. For all the death, we also die unrehearsed. 604
Life is a great surprise. I do not see why death should not be an even greater one.
Marriage is the only chance (and it is but a chance) offered to women for escape from this deathand how eagerly and how ignorantly it is embraced.
DerTod ist das romantisierende Prinzip unsers Lebens. DerTod istdas Leben. Durch denTod wird das Leben verst a« rkt. Death is the romantic principle of Life. Death islife. Through death life is intensified.
I remembered the line from the Hindu scripture, the Bhagavad Gita 'I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.'
For thefuture I cease,Deathapproaches with little delay, Since the dragons of Laune and Lane and Lee are destroyed; I'll follow the heroes far from the light of day, The princes myancestors followed before Christ died.
Communism doesn't really starve or execute that many people. Mostly it just bores them to death.
Notre nature est dans le mouvement; le repos entier est la mort. Our nature consists in movement; absolute rest is death.
Sin duda la cercan|a de la muerte y la fraternidad de las armas producen, en todos los tiempos y en todos los pa|ses, una atmo sfera propicia a lo extraordinario, a todo aquello que sobrepasa la condicio n humana y rompe el c|rculo de soledad que rodea a cada hombre. No doubt the nearness of death and the brotherhood of men-at-wars, at whatever time and in whatever country, always produce an atmosphere favorable to the extraordinary, to all that rises above the human condition and breaks the circle of solitude that surrounds each one of us.
The imperialists brought the Chinese people cannons rather than flowers, death instead of 'human rights' How can they be in a position to instruct us on'civil rights'?
Thus our twin souls in one shall grow, And teach the world new love, Redeem the age and sex, and show A flame fate dares not move: And courting death to be our friend, Our lives, together too, shall end.
I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig- tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked.One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poetI saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig-tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.
And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedecked halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall.
The deathof a beautifulwomanis, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world.
On his death bed poor Lubin lies: His spouse is in despair. With frequent sobs and mutual cries They both express their care. A different cause, says parson Sly, The same effect may give: Poor Lubin fears, that he shall die: His wife, that he may live.
Our own death wish is our only real tragedy.
Any woman's death diminishes me. See Donne 281:85.
Then old age and experience, hand in hand, Lead him to death, and make him understand, After a search so painful and so long, That all his life he has been in the wrong. Huddled in dirt, the reasoning engine lies, Who was so proud, so witty, and so wise.
I want to ask you gentlemen, if I cannot give consent to my own death, then whose body is this? Who owns my life?
Death could drop from the dark As easilyas song.
They die not,for their life was death,but cease; And round their narrow lips the mould falls close.
I do not see them here; but after death God knows I know the faces I shall see, Each one a murdered self, with low last breath. 'I am thyself,what hast thou done to me?' 'And Iand Ithyself,' (lo! each one saith,) 'And thou thyself to all eternity!'
When vain desire at last and vain regret Go hand in hand to death, and all is vain, What shall assuage the unforgotten pain And teach the unforgetful to forget?
Government and co-operation are in all things the laws of life; anarchy and competition the laws of death.
'Waldo is one of those people who would be enormously improved by death,'said Clovis.
Soldiers are citizens of death's grey land, Drawing no dividend from time's to-morrows. In the great hour of destiny they stand, Each with his feuds, and jealousies, and sorrows. Soldiers are sworn to action; they must win Some flaming, fatal climax with their lives. Soldiers are dreamers; when the guns begin They think of firelit homes, clean beds and wives.
If I were fierce and bald and short of breath I'd live with scarlet Majors at the Base, And speed glum heroes up the line to death.
Das Leben ist Nur ein Moment, derTod ist auch nur einer. Life is but a moment. Death is but a moment, too.
JedeTrennung gibt einenVorgeschmack desTodesund jedes Wiedersehen einenVorgeschmack der Auferstehung. Every parting is a foretaste of death, and every reunion a foretaste of resurrection.
And come he slow, or come he fast, It is but Death who comes at last.
The Lord's my shepherd, I'll not want. He makes me down to lie In pastures green: he leadeth me the quiet waters by. My soul he doth restore again: and me to walk doth make Within the paths of righteousness, ev'n for his own name's sake. Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale, yet will I fear no ill: For thou art with me; and thy rod and staff me comfort still.
I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes round with rustling shade And apple blossoms fill the air. I have a rendezvous with Death When Spring brings back blue days and fair.
Some people think football is a matter of life and death. I don't like that attitude. I can assure them it is much more serious than that.
In the arts of life man invents nothing; but in the arts of death he outdoes Nature herself, and produces by chemistry and machinery all the slaughter of plague, pestilence and famine.
Life levels all men: death reveals the eminent.
Mont Blanc yet gleams on high: the power is there, The still and solemn power of many sights And many sounds, and much of life and death. In the long glare of day, the snows descend Upon that Mountain; none beholds them there, Nor when the flakes burn in the sinking sun, Or the sunbeams dart through them.
To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy Power, which seems omnipotent: To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent; This, like thy glory,Titan, is to be Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free; This is alone Life,Joy, Empire and Victory.
The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.
To that high Capital, where kingly Death Keeps his pale court in beauty and decay, He came.
He lives, he wakes,'tis Death is dead, not he.
The One remains, the many change and pass; Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly: Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments.
Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, belove' d Night Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon!
Even the moon is frightened of me, frightened to death! The whole world is frightened to death!
How little room Do we take up in death, that, living know No bounds?
The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings: Scepter and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Death is the only mystery we all solve.
What pornography is really about, ultimately, isn't sex but death.
The death of Nelson was felt in England as something more than a public calamity; men started at the intelligence, and turned pale, as if they had heard of the loss of a dear friend.
My name is Death: the last best friend am I.
Consider: only one bullet in ten thousand kills a man. Ask: was so much expenditure justified On the death of one so young and so silly Stretched under the olive trees,Oh, world,Oh, death?
Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, Ease after war, death after life does greatly please.
One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washe' d it away; Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide, and made my pains his prey. 'Vain man,'said she,'that doest in vain assay A mortal thing so to immortalise, For I my self shall like to this decay, And eke my name be wipe' d out likewise.' 'Not so,'quod I,'let baser things devise To die in dust, but you shall live by fame: My verse your virtues rare shall eternise, And in the heavens write your glorious name. Where when as death shall all the world subdue, Our love shall live, and later life renew.'
Yet never can he die, but dying lives, And doth himself with sorrow new sustain, That death and life attonce unto him gives, And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
Most glorious Lord of Life! that, on this day, Didst makeThy triumph over death and sin; And having harrowed hell, didst bring away Captivity thence captive, us to win:
Most glorious Lord of Life! that, on this day, Didst makeThy triumph over death and sin; And having harrowed hell, didst bring away Captivity thence captive, us to win:
Les pa|«e ns ont divinise la vie, et les chre tiens ont divinise la mort. Pagans deified life and Christians deified death.
Think of the heroism of Johnson, think of that superb indifference to mortal limitation that set him upon his dictionary, and carried him through triumphantly until the end! Who, if he were wisely considerate of things at large, would ever embark upon any work much more considerable than a halfpenny post-card? Who would project a serial novel, afterThackeray and Dickens had each fallen in mid-course? Who would find heart enough to begin to live, if he dallied with the consideration of death?
So long as the law considers all these human beings, with beating heartsand living affections,onlyassomany things belonging tothemasterso long asthefailure, or misfortune, or imprudence, or death of the kindest owner, may cause them any day to exchange a life of kind protection and indulgence for one of hopeless miseryand toilso long is it impossible to make anything beautiful or desirable in the best-regulated administration of slavery.
Till life and death remember, Till thou remember and I forget.
Strength without hands to smite, Love that endures for a breath; Night, the shadow of light, And Life, the shadow of death.
For the crown of our life as it closes Is darkness, the fruit thereof dust; No thorns go as deep as a rose's, And love is more cruel than lust. Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives; And marriage and death and division Make barren our lives.
Thou hast conquered,O pale Galilean; the world has grown grey fromThy breath; We have drunken of things Lethean, and fed on the fullness of death.
As a god self-slain on his own strange altar, Death lies dead.
Death is the end of life; ah, why Should life all labour be?
There lies the port; the vessel, puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheadsyou and I are old: Old age hath yet his honour and his toil; Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices.Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows: for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Though much is taken, much abides: and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and hearth: that which we are, we are: One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death.
Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
For love is of the valley, come thou down And find him; by the happy threshold, he, Or hand in hand with Plenty in the maize, Or red with spirited purple of the vats, Or foxlike in the vine; nor cares to walk With Death and Morning on the silver horns.
Death has made His darkness beautiful with thee.
Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
'Forward, the Light Brigade!' Was there a man dismayed? Not though the soldier knew In Memoriam A.H.H. Some one had blundered: Their's not to make reply, Their's not to reason why, Their's but to do and die: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volleyed and thundered.
Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred.
Like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs.
Though they go mad they shall be sane Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again; Though lovers be lost love shall not; And death shall have no dominion.
After the first death, there is no other.
The City is of Night; perchance of Death, But certainly of Night.
Sleep is cousin-german unto death: Sleep and death differ, no more, than a carcass And a skeleton.
To be, or not to be; that is the bare bodkin That makes calamity of so long life; For who would fardels bear, till Birnam Wood do come to Dunsinane, But that the fear of something after death Murders the innocent sleep, Great nature's second course, And makes us rather sling the arrows of outrageous fortune Than fly to others that we know not of. There's the respect must give us pause: Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The report of my death was an exaggeration.
La mort serait un beau long voyage et les vacances illimite es de la chair des structures et des os. Death should be a long, beautiful voyage and limitless vacations of the flesh.
La vida es duda, y la fe sin la duda es solo muerte. Life is doubt, and faith without doubt is nothing but death.
Siendo el esperar sentada la forma ma s muerta de la espera muerta, siendo el esperar la forma menos estimulante de muerte. To wait, seated in a chair, is the deadest form of dead anticipation, and waiting the most uninspired form of death.
Que coisa e a formosura, sena o uma caveira bem vestida, a que a menor enfermidade tira a cor, e antes de a morte a despir de todo, os anos lhe va o mortificando a gra c° a daquela exterior e aparente superf|cie, de tal sorte, que, se os olhos pudessem penetrar o interior dela, o na o poderiam ver sem horror? What isbeauty, but a well-dressed skull that loses colour with the slightest illness, and, before death robs it of everything, the grace of its external and apparent surface is mortified by the years in such a way that, if eyes could penetrate within beauty, they could watch it only full of horror?
Mantua me genuit, Calabri rapuere, tenet nunc Parthenope; cecini pascua rura duces. Mantua brought me life,Calabria death; now Naples holds me: I sang of flocks and farms and heroes.
I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.
Some people swim lakes, others climb flagpoles, some join monasteries, but we, my friends, who have considered suicide take our daily walk with death and are not lonely. In the end it brings more honesty and care than all the democratic parliaments of tricks.
What would it pleasure me, to have my throat cut With diamonds? Or to be smothered With cassia? Or to be shot to death, with pearls?
I know death hath ten thousand several doors For men to take their exits.
O, the rare tricks of a Machiavellian! He doth not come, like a gross plodding slave, And buffet you to death; no, my quaint knave, He tickles you to death, makes you die laughing.
Christianity is really a man's religion: there's not much in it for women except docility, obedience, who-sweeps- the-room-as-for-thy-cause, downcast eyes and death in childbirth. For the men it's better: all power and money and fine robes, the burning of the hereticsfun, fun, fun!and the Inquisition fulminating from the pulpit.
Ifelt my heart strangely warmed.I felt I did trust in Christ, Christ alone for salvation; and an assurance was given methat hehad taken away my sins, even mine, and saved me from the law of sin and death.
Almost everyone in the neighbourhood had 'troubles', frankly localized and specified; but only the chosen had 'complications'. To have them was in itself a distinction, though it was also, in most cases, a death warrant. People struggled on for years with'troubles', but they almost always succumbed to'complications'.
Perhaps true knowledge only comes of death by torture in the country of the mind.
The worship of God is not a rule of safetyit is an adventure of thespirit, a flight after theunattainable.The death of religion comes with the repression of the high hope of adventure.
And I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful than death.
Come lovelyand soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, In the day, in the night, to all, to each, Sooner or later delicate death.
Though he is approaching death he is possessed by many poems.
DerTod ist kein Ereignis des Lebens. DenTod erlebt man nicht. Death isnot an event in life: we do not liveto experience death.
Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires; I have lost friends, some by death Percivalothers through sheer inability to cross the street.
The thought of death sits easy on the man Who has been born and dies among the mountains.
And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine; A being breathing thoughtful breath, A traveller between life and death; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command.
Even so for me a vision sanctified The sway of death; long ere my eyes had seen Thy countenancethe still rapture of thy mien When thou, dear Sister! wert become death's bride: No trace of pain or languor could abide That changeage on thy brow was smoothedthy cold Wan cheek at once was privileged to unfold A loveliness to living youth denied. Oh! if within me hope should e'er decline, The lamp of faith, lost Friend! too faintly burn; The may that heaven-revealing smile of thine, The bright assurance, visibly return: And let my spirit in that power divine Rejoice, as, through that power, it ceased to mourn.
After yourdeathpeoplewill write of yourloveaffairs, but I shall say nothing, because I will remember how proud you were.
If I can rejoice for a moment, Death at an early age would still be a long life.
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