DEATH QUOTES XX

quotations about death

Death lies dormant in each of us and will bloom in time.

DEAN KOONTZ

Odd Thomas


Death was an accident like any other, and, moreover, one as certain as hunger or as sleep.

HILAIRE BELLOC

On Nothing & Kindred Subjects


It's death, that's what I'm suffering from. The systematic encroachment of the big D.

JOHN LE CARRÉ

Smiley's People


When a house has just lost its soul, a stricken silence falls over the sudden emptiness that no one will fill again. And all the noises that may be made later in that house will be like a scandalous din, ugly echoes from one room to another, from one corridor to another, sharp and discordant as if the walls are no longer able to absorb any music once the source of harmony has been taken away. But this strange detail about the power of death can only be picked up by ears that are very attentive to the smallest murmurs of life. Rational people go through these empty spaces with the serenity of a lawyer, and their indulgent smiles categorise you if you decide to point out in their presence that there is something lacking in the atmosphere.

PIERRE MAGNAN

The Messengers of Death


Pale Death with impartial tread beats at the poor man's cottage door and at the palaces of kings.

HORACE

attributed, The Quotable Intellectual


I cannot tell you if the dead,
Who loved us fondly when on earth,
Walk by our side, sit at our hearth,
By ties of old affection led....
But this I know--in many dreams
They come to us from realms afar,
And leave the golden gates ajar
Through which immortal glory streams.

ALBERT LAIGHTON

"The Dead"


Alone in a room
needless I sit
I close my eyes
and try to forget
Death is calling
get in line

JAY REATARD

"Death Is Forming", Blood Visions


The dead can't come to us. We can only go to them.

GLEN DUNCAN

By Blood We Live


If death turned out to be a lack of being rather than a lack of consciousness, well, then, that sucked.

LINDA HOWARD

Death Angel


Those who think about death, carrying with them their existing ideas and emotions, usually assume that they will have, during their last hours, ideas and emotions of like vividness ... but they do not fully recognize the implication that the feeling faculty, too, is almost gone. The imagine the state to be one in which they can have emotions such as they now have on contemplating the cessation of life. But at the last all the mental powers simultaneously ebb, as do the bodily powers, and with them goes the capacity for emotion in general. It is, indeed, possible that in its last stages consciousness is occupied by a not displeasurable sense of rest.

HERBERT SPENCER

Facts and Comments


On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.

CHUCK PALAHNIUK

Fight Club


Death is not an end, but a transition-crisis. All the forms of decay are but masks of regeneration--the secret alembics of vitality.

E. H. CHAPIN

Living Words


Death is when the monsters get you.

STEPHEN KING

Salem's Lot


There are too many poems about death. Death, churchyards, wormy cadavers. Death is really a small part of life, and it's not the part that you want to concentrate on, because life is life and it's full of untold particulars.

NICHOLSON BAKER

The Anthologist


Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.

SYLVIA PLATH

The Bell Jar


Certain, when I was born, so long ago,
Death drew the tap of life and let it flow;
And ever since the tap has done its task,
And now there's little but an empty cask.

GEOFFREY CHAUCER

The Canterbury Tales


The body is placed under the earth, and after a certain period there remains no vestige even of its form. This is that contemplation of inexhaustible melancholy, whose shadow eclipses the brightness of the world. The common observer is struck with dejection of the spectacle. He contends in vain against the persuasion of the grave, that the dead indeed cease to be. The corpse at his feet is prophetic of his own destiny. Those who have preceded him, and whose voice was delightful to his ear; whose touch met his like sweet and subtle fire: whose aspect spread a visionary light upon his path -- these he cannot meet again.

PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

The Necessity of Atheism


Death's gang is bigger and tougher than anyone else's. Always has been and always will be. Death's the man.

MICHAEL MARSHALL

The Upright Man


Here lies one whose name was writ in water.

JOHN KEATS

epitaph for himself


Fair Death, kind Death, it was a gracious deed
To take that weary vagrant to thy breast.
Love, Song and Wine had he, and but one need--Rest.

JOYCE KILMER

"A Dead Poet"