Death and Mourning

Death is the starlit strip between the companionship of yesterday and the reunion of tomorrow.

I do see that there is an argument against suicide: the grief of the worshipers left behind, the awful famine in their hearts, these are too costly terms for the release.

No real estate is permanently valuable but the grave.

Why is it that we rejoice at a birth and grieve at a funeral? It is because we are not the person involved.

I think we never become really and genuinely our entire and honest selves until we are dead--and not then until we have been dead years and years. People ought to start dead, and they would be honest so much earlier.

I have seen slower people than I am and more deliberate... and even quieter, and more listless, and lazier people than I am. But they were dead.

I would like to live in Manchester, England. The transition between Manchester and death would be unnoticeable.

Both marriage and death ought to be welcome: the one promises happiness, doubtless the other assures it.

I take my only exercise acting as a pallbearer at the funerals of my friends who exercise regularly.

I was dead for millions of years before I was born and it never inconvenienced me a bit.

To be, or not to be; that is the bare bodkin That makes calamity of so long life.

Fame is a vapor, popularity an accident; the only earthly certainty is oblivion.

He is useless on top of the ground; he ought to be under it, inspiring the cabbages.

Let us live so that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.

I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.

Most men die at 27, we just bury them at 72.

I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.

I am what happens between the maternity ward and the Crematorium.

When you know that illusion and transformation are no different from birth and death, then you may learn magic

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

How many emperors and how many princes have lived and died and no record of them remains, and they only sought to gain dominions and riches in order that their fame might be ever lasting.

O Time with your teethy years! You swallow up all things little by little in a slow-motion, wrinkling process of dying.

The fame of the rich man dies with him; the fame of the treasure, and not of the man who possessed it, remains.

The bones of the Dead will be seen to govern the fortunes of him who moves them.