#Death Quotes

“Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.”

“Unsubstantial Death is amorous.”

“. . . nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death To throw away the dearest thing he owed, As 'twere a careless trifle.”

“Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.”

“To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune, Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles, And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep No more; and by a sleep, to say we end The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep, To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there's the rub.”

“Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white stuck all with yew, O prepare it! My part of death no one so true did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn: Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where Sad true lover never find my grave, to weep there!”

“Even through the hollow eyes of deathI spy life peering.”

“No longer mourn for me when I am dead than you shall hear the surly sullen bell give warning to the world that I am fled from this vile world with vilest worms to dwell: nay, if you read this line, remember not the hand that writ it, for I love you so, that I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, if thinking on me then should make you woe. O! if, I say, you look upon this verse when I perhaps compounded am with clay, do not so much as my poor name rehearse; but let your love even with my life decay; lest the wise world should look into your moan, and mock you with me after I am gone.”

“With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage.”

“Ay, but to die, and go we know not where.”

“For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.”

“Death lies on her like an untimely frost.”

“Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the Dark.”

“Have I caught thee, my heavenly jewel? Why, now letme die, for I have lived long enough.”

“But clay and clay differs in dignity, Whose dust is both alike.”

“Had I but died an hour before this chance,I had liv'd a blessed time; for, from this instant,There's nothing serious in mortality:All is but toys; renown, and grace is dead;The wine of life is drawn, and the mere leesIs left this vault to brag of.”

“Retire me to my Milan, whereEvery third thought shall be my grave.”

“The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay on nature is a paradise, to what we fear of death.”

“What is thy sentence then but speechless death.”

“Death rock me asleep.”

“Be still prepared for death: and death or life shall thereby be the sweeter.”

“He that dies pays all debts.”

“The poor world is almost six thousand years old, and in all this time there was not any man died in his own person,videlicet, in a love-cause.”

“Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death.”

“By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too.”

“The coward dies a thousand deaths, the valiant, only once!”

“Downy sleep, death's counterfeit.”

“In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. -Sonnet 73”

“Live how we can, yet die we must.”

“Hopeless and helpless doth Egeon wend, But to procrastinate his liveless end.”

“Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.”

“He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.”

“And my poor fool is hanged! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, Never, Never, Never, Never! Pray you, undo this button.”

“'Tis thought the king is dead; we will not stay. The bay trees in our country are all wither'd.”

“For death remembered should be like a mirror, Who tells us life’s but breath, to trust it error.”

“Do not speak like a death's-head, do not bid me remember mine end.”

“The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.”

“To be, or not to be, that is the question.”

“What ugly sights of death within mine eyes!”

“Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more.”

“To die: - to sleep: No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished.”

“Death is my son-in-law. Death is my heir. My daughter he hath wedded. I will die, And leave him all. Life, living, all is Death’s.”

“If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in mine arms.”

“Life... is a paradise to what we know of death.”

“What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no.”

“The sudden hand of Death close up mine eye!”

“A man can die but once.”

“Tired with all these, for restful death I cry.”

“Would I were dead, if God's good will were so,For what is in this world but grief and woe?”

“As I love the name of honour more than I fear death.”