Death Quotes

I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more. I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge. ~ My Antonia by Willa Cather "Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once." ~ Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare "If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride and hug it in mine arms." ~ Measure for Measure by William Shakespeare "Love has no age, no limit; and no death." ~ The Forsyte Saga by John Galsworthy "And I say, if she'd ha' died, Ethan might ha' lived; and the way they are now, I don't see's there's much difference between the Fromes up at the farm and the Fromes down in the graveyard; 'cept that down there they're all quiet, and the women have got to hold their tongues." ~ Ethan Frome by Edith Wharton No one has the least regard for the man; with them all, he has been an object of avoidance, suspicion, and aversion; but the spark of life within him is curiously separable from himself now, and they have a deep interest in it, probably because it IS life, and they are living and must die. ~ Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens How wise and how merciful is that provision of nature by which his earthly anchor is usually loosened by many little imperceptible tugs, until his consciousness has drifted out of its untenable earthly harbor into the great sea beyond! ~ The Poison Belt by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle In these days a man is nobody unless his biography is kept so far posted up that it may be ready for the national breakfast-table on the morning after his demise. ~ Doctor Thorne by Anthony Trollope Men and women, empires and cities, thrones, principalities, and powers, mountains, rivers, and unfathomed seas, worlds, spaces, and universes, all have their day, and all must go. ~ Allan Quatermain by H. Rider Haggard "Hard is it to die, because our delicate flesh doth shrink back from the worm it will not feel, and from that unknown which the winding-sheet doth curtain from our view. But harder still, to my fancy, would it be to live on, green in the leaf and fair, but dead and rotten at the core, and feel that other secret worm of recollection gnawing ever at the heart." ~ She by H. Rider Haggard