Quotes about Death
Your troubles may point you to death and destruction, but God's Word points you to life.
- TB Joshua
I guess that is what dying must be like; to be finished and to be able to look back at the struggles of life, and know that God was your constant companion.
- Mother Angelica
Christ has not only spoken to us by his life but has also spoken for us by his death.
- Soren Kierkegaard
Every man's life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.
- Ernest Hemingway
In the whole world there is no study so beneficial and so elevating as that of the Upanishads. It has been the solace of my life, it will be the solace of my death.
- Arthur Schopenhauer
What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?
- Emily Bronte
Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?
- Emily Bronte
I am seldom otherwise than happy while watching in the chamber of death... . I see a repose that neither earth nor hell can break, and I feel an assurance of the endless and shadowless hereafter--the Eternity they have entered--where life is boundless in its duration, and love in its sympathy, and joy in its fulness.
- Emily Bronte
I don't know if it be a peculiarity in me, but I am seldom otherwise than happy while watching in the chamber of death, should no frenzied or despairing mourner share the duty with me. I see a repose that neither earth nor hell can break; and I feel and assurance of the endless and shadowless hereafter - the Eternity they have entered - where life is boundless in its duration, and love in its sympathy, and joy in its fulness.
- Emily Bronte
She's fainted, or dead,' I thought: 'so much the better. Far better that she should be dead, than lingering a burden and a misery-maker to all about her.
- Emily Bronte
I repeat it till my tongue stiffens—Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you—haunt me, then!
- Emily Bronte
Oh! not for them, should we despair, The grave is drear, but they are not there; Their dust is mingled with the sod, Their happy souls are gone to God!
- Emily Bronte