Death Quotes and Sayings - Page 3
Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.
- Alfred Tennyson
Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It’s the transition that’s troublesome.
- Isaac Asimov
Death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily.
- Napoleon Bonaparte
The meaning of life is that it stops.
- Franz Kafka
Death is contagious; it is contracted the moment we are conceived.
- Madeleine L’Engle
The graveyards are full of indispensable men.
- Charles De Gaulle
The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world.
- Edgar Allan Poe
Dead. Never been that before. Not even once.
- Jasper Fforde
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
- George Gordon Byron
Life is too short when you think of the length of death.
- Sean Mangan
Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.
- Norman Cousins
It’s not contagious, you know. Death is as natural as life. It’s part of the deal we made.
- Mitch Albom
Competition is the death of art.
- Dana Gould
Death cannot stop true love. That’s why it’s pointless for me to try to murder all my adoring female fans.
- Jarod Kintz
If you die in an elevator, be sure to push the up button.
- Sam Levenson
In life things happen that you can’t take in all at once. You might act as if they were still there because you can’t let go of who you loved. But we must all learn to think of the good times. And remember what you did do and not what you never got the chance to do. So move on when it’s hard and take a deep breath. Don’t give up hope. It will always end.
Free as the wind
There she was being buried deep beneath the ground. Never to be heard again. All alone in the dark with no light. That’s what she loved the most about life. The sun shining down on her face with the wind in her hair. Carefree till the day. That reached day. All I could do was scream. As the bullet shattered her last thought. Into the wind were her last words. Then she shut her eyes in to never ending sleep. Now she is free. Free as the wind itself. But never will I forget the man who did this. His face cold as ice, his eyes black with no care and his heart as evil as death.
Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.
- George R.R. Martin
Death- – - the last sleep? No the final awakening.
– Walter Scott