Death Quotes

And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, And the year smiles as it draws near its death.

William Cullen Bryant

So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

William Cullen Bryant

By almost universal agreement, the most vague and ineffectual of all [Presidents] was Millard Fillmore, who succeeded to the office in 1850 upon the death of Zachary Taylor, and spent the next three years demonstrating how the country would have been run if they had just propped Taylor up in a chair with cushions.

William Cullen Bryant

O Balder, he who fashiond us, And bade us live and move, Shall weave for Deaths sad heavenly hair Immortal flowers of love. Ah! never faild my servant Death, Wheneer I named his name, But at my bidding he hath flown As swift as frost or flame. Yea, as a sleuth-hound tracks a man, And finds his form, and springs, So hath he hunted down the gods As well as human things! Yet only thro the strength of Death A god shall fall or rise A thousand lie on the cold snows, Stone still, with marble eyes. But whosoeer shall conquer Death, Tho mortal man he be, Shall in his season rise again, And live, with thee, and me! And whosoeer loves mortals most Shall conquer Death the best, Yea, whosoeer grows beautiful Shall grow divinely blest. The white Christ raised his shining face To that still brightning sky. Only the beautiful shall abide, Only the base shall die!

Robert Williams Buchanan

Tho' the world could turn from you, This, at least, I learn from you: Beauty and Truth, tho' never found, are worthy to be sought, The singer, upward-springing, Is grander than his singing, And tranquil self-sufficing joy illumes the dark of thought. This, at least, you teach me, In a revelation: That gods still snatch, as worthy death, the soul in its aspiration.

Robert Williams Buchanan

Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God. I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty or give me death

Patrick Henry

I spit on my life. Death in battle would be better for me than that I, defeated, survive.

Gautama Buddha

Don't be afraid. The dead cannot hurt you. They give you no pain, except that of seeing your own death in their faces. And one can face that, I find.

Lois McMaster Bujold

God honors some with great suffering and grants them the grace of martyrdom, while other are not tempted beyond their strength. But in every case it is one cross. It is laid on every Christian. The first Christ-suffering that everyone has to experience is the call which summons us away from our attachments to this world. It is the death of the old self in the encounter with Jesus Christ. Those who enter into discipleship enter into Jesus' death.

Dietrich Bonhoeffer

He who cannot look over a battlefield with a dry eye, causes the death of many men uselessly.

Napoleon Bonaparte

We have all the elements of being the worst band in the world: a bass player whos got some slap-bass shit, heavy riff guitars, a DJ scratching on the songs, a crazy drummer, and a singer whos in touch with his feminine side. Even our band name is the worst name ever: it evokes imagery of Incubus in death-metal writing, with bullet belts across our chests.

Brandon Boyd

He wasnt afraid of dying, only of having not done all he could, and not properly spitting in the eye of death when it came for him. That final gesture was important.

William M. Kucmierowski

Suffering had struck that stage empress; and she stood before her audience neither yielding to, nor enduring, nor in finite measure, resenting it: she stood locked in struggle, rigid in resistance. She stood, not dressed, but draped in pale antique folds, long and regular like sculpture. A background and entourage and flooring of deepest crimson threw her out, white like alabaster like silver: rather, be it said, like Death.

Charlotte Bront

O, dreadful is the check intense the agony When the ear begins to hear and the eye begins to see; When the pulse begins to throb, the brain to think again, The soul to feel the flesh and the flesh to feel the chain. Yet I would lose no sting, would wish no torture less; The more that anguish racks the earlier it will bless; And robed in fires of Hell, or bright with heavenly shine If it but herald Death, the vision is divine

Emily Jane Bront

The machinery chugs on unabated, belching out its dehumanizing product. It is distressing. But I refuse to despair. I know, one day, the Supreme Court will outlaw the death penalty. Permanently.

William Joseph Brennan, Jr.

Surrealism will usher you into death, which is a secret society.

Andr Breton

All your thoughts are in another head. Your dreams are sleepin' in a different bed. The force that moves you is a circular breath of life and death going round and round and round.

Edie Brickell

When Death to either shall come I pray it be first to me.

Robert Seymour Bridges

The Angel of Death has been abroad throughout the land; you may almost hear the beating of his wings. There is no one, as when the first-born were slain of old, to sprinkle with blood the lintel and the two side-posts of our doors, that he may spare and pass on; he takes his victims from the castle of the noble, the mansion of the wealthy, and the cottage of the poor and lowly.

John Bright

You must not fear death, my lads; defy him, and you drive him into the enemy's ranks.

Napoleon Bonaparte

Films and gramophone records, music, books and buildings show clearly how vigorously a man's life and work go on after his death, whether we feel it or not, whether we are aware of the individual names or not. There is no such thing as death according to our view!

Martin Bormann

If you must commit suicide and there is no knowing to what people may be brought always contrive to do it as decorously as possible; the decencies, whether of life or of death, should never be lost sight of.

George Henry Borrow

My first published novel was written for teenagers, and there were rules laid down by the publisher: no sex, no smoking, no swearing. I blew up entire solar systems, I consigned billions of people to horrible death; they didn't seem to mind that at all. But no hanky-panky.

Ben Bova

SLEEP - Those little slices of death, how I loathe them.

Edgar Allen Poe
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