Death and Mourning

You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.

The thought of suicide is a great source of comfort: with it a calm passage is to be made across many a bad night.

Though lovers be lost love shall not;

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Cover her face; mine eyes dazzle: she died young.

Tell them I’ve had a wonderful life.

Let us beware of saying that death is the opposite of life. The living being is only a species of the dead, and a very rare species.

Absence and death are the same - only that in death there is no suffering.

Aye, toil as we may, we all sleep at last on the field. Sleep? Aye, and rust amid greenness; as last year’s scythes flung down, and left in the half-cut swaths.

The ceaseless labor of your life is to build the house of death.

I want . . . death to find me planting my cabbages.

Death is the enemy. . . . Against you I willfling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, ODeath!

[ After the death of President Franklin D.Roosevelt :] When they told me yesterday what had happened, I felt like the moon, the stars, and all the planets had fallen on me.

The last great Englishman is low.

 

Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark.

 

Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.

 

Do we indeed desire the dead Should still be near us at our side?

 

How fares it with the happy dead?

 

Authority forgets a dying king.

 

The contented person finds rest in death, and for the greedy person, death puts an end to his long list of desires.

Most persons have died before they expire—died to all earthly longings, so that the last breath is only, as it were, the locking of the door of the already deserted mansion.

No one can confidently say that he will still be living tomorrow.

If you wish to live, you must first attend your own funeral.

What then remains but that we still should cry For being born, and, being born, to die?