Quotes about Death

He died at the house of one Mr Struddock, a grocer, at the Star on Snow Hill, in the parish of St Sepulchre's, London, on the 12th of August 1688, and in the sixtieth year of his age, after ten days' sickness; and was buried in the new burying place near the Artillery Ground; where he sleeps to the morning of the resurrection, in hopes of a glorious rising to an incorruptible immortality of joy and happiness;

The dream they dream is beautiful. A dream as bold as your own, or bolder. You want to explore and colonize the universe; they wish to extend the lifespan of the universe beyond all boundaries, to remake its laws, and shape reality to banish entropy, decay, and death forever. I'd like to believe in that dream whether it's true or not.

As virtuous men pass mildly away, and whisper to their souls to go, whilst some of their sad friends do say, the breath goes now, and some say no.

To die in the act of killing is, in essence, to die defeated.

Death is the operative device that sets us free in Christ - when we die, we truly live.

To die with glory, if one has to die at all, is still, I think, pain for the dier.

In the first moments when we come away from the presence of death, every other relation to the living is merged, to our feeling, in the great relation of a common nature and a common destiny.

The Iraqi regime is a threat of unique urgency. [...] It has developed weapons of mass death.

My death has not yet quite arrived, but it is near and inevitable as night follows day.

In every cradle decked with rosy wreath Lurk germs of death.

One short sleep past will wake eternally And death shall be no more Death thou shalt die.

Death be not proud though some have called Thee Mighty and dreadful for thou art not so.