Death Quotes

"Death lies on her like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field." ~ Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare Mr. Melas, however, still lived, and in less than an hour, with the aid of ammonia and brandy I had the satisfaction of seeing him open his eyes, and of knowing that my hand had drawn him back from that dark valley in which all paths meet. ~ The Greek Interpreter by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle "To die will be an awfully big adventure." ~ Peter Pan by James M. Barrie As he had often forcibly argued, all experience tended to show that a man must die; and whether he died of a miserable old age in his own country, or prematurely of damp in the bottom of a foreign mine, was surely of little consequence, provided that by a change in his mode of life he benefited the British Empire. ~ The Forsyte Saga by John Galsworthy "It hath been often said that it is not death, but dying, which is terrible." ~ Amelia by Henry Fielding "The end crowns all; and that old common arbitrator, Time, will one day end it." ~ Troilus and Cressida by William Shakespeare It was the same dark place as ever: every room dismal and silent as it was wont to be, and every ghostly article of furniture in its customary place. The iron heart of the grim old clock, undistributed by all the noise without, still beat heavily within its dusty case; the tottering presses slunk from the sight, as usual, in their melancholy corners; the echoes of footsteps returned the same dreary sound; the long-legged spider paused in his nimble run, and, scared by the sight of men in that his dull domain, hung motionless on the wall, counterfeiting death until they should have passed him by. ~ Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens That shabby corner of God's allotment where He lets the nettles grow, and where all unbaptized infants, notorious drunkards, suicides, and others of the conjecturally damned are laid. ~ Tess of the D'Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy "I think that I may go so far as to say, Watson, that I have not lived wholly in vain," he remarked. "If my record were closed to-night I could still survey it with equanimity. The air of London is the sweeter for my presence." ~ The Final Problem by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle And come he slow, or come he fast,
It is but Death who comes at last. ~ Marmion by Sir Walter Scott