| Author |
Quotes |
| Matthew Arnold | What then remains, but that we still should cry Not to be born, or being born to die. |
| Michael Joseph Barry | But whether on the scaffold high, Or in the battle's van, The fittest place where man can die Is where he dies for man. |
| Mrs Anna Letitia Barbauld | So fades a summer cloud away; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er; So gently shuts the eye of day; So dies a wave along the shore. |
| Percival Arland Ussher | A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age; he dies of being a man. |
| Philip James Bailey | Death is the universal salt of states; Blood is the base of all things--law and war. |
| Seneca | A punishment to some, to some a gift, and to many a favor. |
| Sir James Matthew Barrie | To die will be an awfully big adventure. |
| Sister Helen Prejean | We are not the worst moments of our lives. Sister Helen Prejean, author of Dead Man Walking. |
| Tennessee Williams | Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation. |
| Thomas Bailey Aldrich | But when the sun in all his state, Illumed the eastern skies, She passed through glory's morning gate, And walked in Paradise. |
| Thomas F Healey | Don't strew me with roses after I'm dead. When Death claims the light of my brow No flowers of life will cheer me: instead You may give me my roses now! |
| Thomas Lovell Beddoes | If there were dreams to sell, what would you buy? |
| Thomas Mann | A man's dying is more the survivors' affair than his own. |
| Unattributed Author | Mors sceptra ligonibus aequat. |
| Unattributed Author | Death's pale flag advanced in his cheeks. |
| Unattributed Author | Death is a black camel, which kneels at the gates of all. |
| W Somerset Maugham | Death is a very dull, dreary affair, and my advice to you is to have nothing whatever to do with it. |
| Walter Scott | Death--the last sleep? No, it is the final awakening. |
| William Alexander | The white sail of his soul has rounded The promontory--death. |
| William Mitford | Men fear death, as if unquestionably the greatest evil, and yet no man knows that it may not be the greatest good. |
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