He who hath bent him o’er the deadEre the first day of death is fled,—The first dark day of nothingness,The last of danger and distress,Before decay’s effacing fingersHave swept the lines where beauty lingers.Read Full Article
Death doesn’t really worry me that much, I’m not frightened about it… I just don’t want to be there when it happens.Read Full Article
It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.Read Full Article
A new idea is delicate. It can be killed by a sneer or a yawn; it can be stabbed to death by a quip and worried to death by a frown on the right man’s brow.Read Full Article
I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.Read Full Article
It is a brave act to despise death; but where life is more terrible than death, it is then the truest valor to dare to live.
Browne, Sir Thomas
The wages of sin are death, but by the time taxes are taken out, it’s just sort of a tired feeling.Read Full Article
I meant, said Ipslore bitterly, what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?
Death thought about it.
Cats, he said eventually. Cats are nice.
In this world nothing is certain but death and taxesRead Full Article
Of all the gods, Death only craves not gifts:
Nor sacrifice, nor yet drink-offering poured
Avails; no altars hath he, nor is soothed
By hymns of praise. From him alone of all
The powers of heaven Persuasion holds aloof.