DEATH QUOTES XXI

quotations about death


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Pale Death with impartial tread beats at the poor man's cottage door and at the palaces of kings.

HORACE
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attributed, The Quotable Intellectual


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So when the friends we love the best lie in their churchyard bed, we must not cry too bitterly over the happy dead; because, for our dear Saviour's sake, our sins are all forgiven; and Christians only fall asleep to wake again in Heaven.

CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER

"Child's Funeral"


The dying need but little, dear,
A glass of water's all,
A flower's unobtrusive face
To punctuate the wall,
A fan, perhaps, a friend's regret
And certainty that one
No color in the rainbow
Perceive, when you are gone.

EMILY DICKINSON

"The Dying need but little, Dear"


To take life was to understand your own death--that the Hour of the Huntsman also came for you.

S. M. STIRLING

The Sunrise Lands


About the presence of death and dying I don't remember the society in the 1950s being so skittish as it has since become. People still died at home, among relatives and friends, often in the care of a family physician. Death was still to be seen sitting in the parlor, hanging in a butcher shop, sometimes lying in the street.

LEWIS H. LAPHAM

"Momento Mori", Lapham's Quarterly: Death, fall 2013


Death is the fate no one can escape. The question, then, is, How does one die? A person can die like a hero or like a coward. The difference is that the hero can face death without fear, whereas the coward can't.

ALEXANDER LOWEN

Fear of Life


There must be some unwritten law that says about fifty people have to move into your house when somebody dies. If it weren’t for the smell of death clinging to the walls, you might think it was your family’s turn to host the month neighborhood potluck supper.

ADAM RAPP

Under the Wolf


Death is a Dialogue between
The Spirit and the Dust.

EMILY DICKINSON

"Death is a Dialogue"


Death is a Pepsi truck with no place to go. Dying is wham, feeling like the world's biggest fuck-up and being jerked up and out of it all. Like a puppy being lifted out of its box by the nape of its neck. Like a chess piece being removed from the board by an angry player. Wham, jerk, gone.

DAN SIMMONS

Lovedeath


Death lies dormant in each of us and will bloom in time.

DEAN KOONTZ

Odd Thomas


Despite the staunchest, most venerable defenses, we can never completely subdue death anxiety: it is always there, lurking in some hidden ravine of the mind.

IRVIN D. YALOM

Staring at the Sun: Overcoming the Terror of Death


Graveyards remind us of the vanity of all human endeavour.

IVAN KLIMA

Waiting for the Dark


In death too, there is always something of the rich cat that lets the mouse run before devouring it.

ERNST BLOCH

Traces


Odd thing about death ... it reaffirms life.

RITA MAE BROWN

Hounded to Death


Remember the coffin where men
All must to dust be returning.

HENRI CAZALIS

"Always"


Tell me the truth about death. I don't know what it is. We have them, then they are gone but they stay in our minds. Their stories are part of us as long as we live and as long as we tell them or write them down.

ELLEN GILCHRIST

Good Housekeeping, May 2011


There are too many poems about death. Death, churchyards, wormy cadavers. Death is really a small part of life, and it's not the part that you want to concentrate on, because life is life and it's full of untold particulars.

NICHOLSON BAKER

The Anthologist


Death augments distance and dulls the memory. Death reconciles.

LEONID ANDREYEV

He Who Gets Slapped


Death was an accident like any other, and, moreover, one as certain as hunger or as sleep.

HILAIRE BELLOC

On Nothing & Kindred Subjects


Look on the grave where thou must sleep
Thy last, and strongest foe;
It is endurance not to weep,
If that repose seem woe.

EMILY BRONTE

Self-Interrogation