Quotes about Death
She would die like some bird in a frost gripping her perch.
- Virginia Woolf
Partly for that reason, its secrecy, complete and inviolable, he had found life like an unknown garden, full of turns and corners, surprising, yes; really it took one's breath away, these moments; there coming to him by the pillar-box opposite the British Museum one of them, a moment, in which things came together; this ambulance; and life and death.
- Virginia Woolf
Would that we might spare the reader what is to come and say to him in so many words, Orlando died and was buried. But here, alas, Truth, Candour, and Honesty, the austere Gods, who keep watch and ward by the inkpot of the biographer, cry No!
- Virginia Woolf
How could any Lord have made this world? she asked. With her mind she had always seized the fact that there is no reason, order, justice: but suffering, death, the poor.
- Virginia Woolf
He would make a lovely corpse.
- Charles Dickens
Dead, your Majesty. Dead, my lords and gentlemen. Dead, Right Reverends and Wrong Reverends of every order. Dead, men and women, born with Heavenly compassion in your hearts. And dying thus around us every day.
- Charles Dickens
Drive him fast to his tomb. This, from Jacques.
- Charles Dickens
Can I view thee panting, lying On thy stomach, without sighing; Can I unmoved see thee dying On a log Expiring frog!
- Charles Dickens
Such is hope, Heaven's own gift to struggling mortals; pervading, like some subtle essence from the skies, all things, both good and bad; as universal as death, and more infectious than disease!
- Charles Dickens
He has got his discharge, by G-! said the man. He had. But he had grown so like death in life, that they knew not when he died.
- Charles Dickens
A man would die tonight of lying out on the marshes, I thought. And then I looked at the stars, and considered how awful it would be for a man to turn his face up to them as he froze to death, and see no help or pitty in all the glittering multitude.
- Charles Dickens
There never were greed and cunning in the world yet, that did not do too much, and overreach themselves. It is as certain as death.
- Charles Dickens