DEATH QUOTES XIV

quotations about death

When I think of the joy awaiting,
Beyond the bier and the shroud,
Death seems but a transient shadow,
A passing Summer cloud.

MARTHA LAVINIA HOFFMAN

"Summer Clouds"


Death or glory, death or glory
March forever in the sound and fury

MOTORHEAD

"Death or Glory"


Death ain't nothing but a fastball on the outside corner.

AUGUST WILSON

Fences


Death is the loss of everything all at once.

JULIE SALAMON

Hospital


How wonderful is Death,
Death and his brother Sleep!

PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

Queen Mab


Why is a door-knob deader than anything else?

D. H. LAWRENCE

Sons and Lovers


Which, I wonder, brother reader, is the better lot, to die prosperous and famous, or poor and disappointed? To have, and to be forced to yield; or to sink out of life, having played and lost the game? That must be a strange feeling when a day of our life comes and we say, "Tomorrow, success or failure won't matter much: and the sun will rise, and all the myriads of mankind go to their work or their pleasure as usual, but I shall be out of the turmoil.

WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY

Vanity Fair


Death, lonely death,
Beneath the withered leaves.

FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA

Blood Wedding


The dead are too much with us.

ROGER ZELAZNY

Isle of the Dead


Here was a man who now for the first time found himself looking into the eyes of death--who was passing through one of those rare moments of experience when we feel the truth of a commonplace, which is as different from what we call knowing it, as the vision of waters upon the earth is different from the delirious vision of the water which cannot be had to cool the burning tongue. When the commonplace 'We must all die' transforms itself suddenly into the acute consciousness 'I must die--and soon,' then death grapples us, and his fingers are cruel; afterwards, he may come to fold us in his arms as our mother did, and our last moment of dim earthly discerning may be like the first.

GEORGE ELIOT

Middlemarch


You cannot avoid mortality. But you can choose your way of meeting it. And that is the most that any man can hope for.

DAVID GERROLD

The Man Who Folded Himself


Death is not a self-evident phenomenon. The margins between life and death are socially and culturally constructed, mobile, multiple, and open to dispute and reformulation.

MARGARET LOCK

Twice Dead


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.

WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR

Death Stands above Me


Ah! hear the dirge that all mankind must learn:
Place not on earth thy trust,
For dust thou art, to dust shalt thou return,
Dust unto dust.

MARTHA LAVINIA HOFFMAN

"Fame"


Death is no more than a turning of us over from Time to Eternity.

WILLIAM PENN

Some Fruits of Solitude


There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don't live up until their death. They don't honor their own lives ... their minds are full of cotton. They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them.... Most people's deaths are a sham. There's nothing left to die.

CHARLES BUKOWSKI

The Captain Is Out to Lunch and the Sailors Have Taken Over the Ship


Our dead are never dead to us until we have forgotten them.

GEORGE ELIOT

Adam Bede


Death has this much to be said for it:
You don't have to get out of bed for it.

KINGSLEY AMIS

"Delivery Guaranteed", Collected Poems


When you're Dead ... you stay up all night long.

KELLY LINK

"The Specialist's Hat", Stranger Things Happen


Are not the thoughts of the dying often turned towards the practical, painful, obscure, visceral aspect, towards the "seamy side" of death which is, as it happens, the side that death actually presents to them and forces them to feel, and which far more closely resembles a crushing burden, a difficulty in breathing, a destroying thirst, than the abstract idea to which we are accustomed to give the name of Death?

MARCEL PROUST

Swann's Way