Death Quotes

The earth covered with a sable pall as for the burial of yesterday; the clumps of dark trees, its giant plumes of funeral feathers, waving sadly to and fro: all hushed, all noiseless, and in deep repose, save the swift clouds that skim across the moon, and the cautious wind, as, creeping after them upon the ground, it stops to listen, and goes rustling on, and stops again, and follows, like a savage on the trail. ~ Martin Chuzzlewit by Charles Dickens Truly the universe is full of ghosts, not sheeted churchyard spectres, but the inextinguishable elements of individual life, which having once been, can never die, though they blend and change, and change again for ever. ~ King Solomon's Mines by H. Rider Haggard Out of the dark we came, into the dark we go. Like a storm-driven bird at night we fly out of the Nowhere; for a moment our wings are seen in the light of the fire, and, lo! we are gone again into the Nowhere. ~ King Solomon's Mines by H. Rider Haggard The tree rustled. It had made music before they were born, and would continue after their deaths, but its song was of the moment. ~ Howards End by E. M. Forster People have their own deaths as well as their own lives, and even if there is nothing beyond death, we shall differ in our nothingness. ~ Howards End by E. M. Forster A funeral is not death, any more than baptism is birth or marriage union. All three are the clumsy devices, coming now too late, now too early, by which Society would register the quick motions of man. ~ Howards End by E. M. Forster The crime of suicide lies rather in its disregard for the feelings of those whom we leave behind. ~ Howards End by E. M. Forster It is thus, if there is any rule, that we ought to die--neither as victim nor as fanatic, but as the seafarer who can greet with an equal eye the deep that he is entering, and the shore that he must leave. ~ Howards End by E. M. Forster "Death destroys a man: the idea of Death saves him." ~ Howards End by E. M. Forster Indeed, he seemed to approach the grave as a hyperbolic curve approaches a straight line -- less directly as he got nearer, till it was doubtful if he would ever reach it at all. ~ Far From The Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy