73+ Quotes on Death and Mortality



At last they steal us from ourselves away.



To come to me: of cureless ills thou art
The one physician. Pain lays not its touch
Upon a corpse.

When Death claims the light of my brow,
No flowers of life will cheer me: instead
You may give me my roses now!


Serenaded by a stray bird or two.
Kings and commoners end up the same,
No more enduring than last night's dream.
Time's winged chariot hurrying near.
We took our risk with you; you died and we live. We take your noble gift, salute for the last time those lines of pitiable crosses, those solitary mounds, those unknown graves, and turn to live our lives out as we may.
Which of us were fortunate--who can tell? For you there is silence and cold twilight drooping in awful desolation over those motionless lands. For us sunlight and the sound of women's voices, song and hope and laughter, despair, gaiety, love-life.
Lost terrible silent comrades, we, who might have died, salute you.