Death is not found behind mountains but right behind our shoulders.
Death is not grievous to me, for I shall lay aside my pains by death. Ovid
Death is not rare, alas! nor burials few, And soon the grassy coverlet of God Spreads equal green above their ashes pale. Bayard Taylor
Death is not the monarch of the dead, but of the dying. The moment he obtains a conquest, he loses a subject. Thomas Paine
Death is nothing and pain is nothing, but cowardice is crime and disgrace, the greatest punishment.
Death is only kind to mortals. SCHILLER: Complaint of Ceres, St. 4.
Death is preferable.
Death is so genuine a fact that it excludes falsehoods, or betrays its emptiness; it is a touchstone that proves the gold, and dishonors the baser metal. Hawthorne
Death is sure to all.
Death is terrible to Cicero, coveted by Cato. Michel De Montaigne
Death is the black camel that kneels before every door.
Death is the bride of life.
Death is the crown of life. Young
Death is the cure of all diseases. Sir Thomas Browne, Religio Medici, 2,10,1943
Death is the dropping of the flower that the fruit may swell. Beecher
Death is the gate of life. Bailey
Death is the grand leveller.
Death is the great leveller. La mort égalise toutes les conditions.
Death is the greatest evil, because it cuts off hope. Hazlitt
Death is the justification of all the ways of the Christian, the last end of all his sacrifices, the touch of the Great Master which completes the picture. Madame Swetchine
Death is the key that will open a miser's coffers.
Death is the king of this world: 'tis his park Where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain Are music for his banquet. George Eliot
Death is the last doctor.
Death is the last limit of all things. Horace
Death is the liberator of him whom freedom cannot release, the physician of him whom medicine cannot cure, and the comforter of him whom time cannot console. Colton
Death is the only monastery; the tomb is the only cell, and the grave that adjoins the convent is the bitterest mock of its futility. Bulwer-Lytton
Death is the only physician, the shadow of his valley the only journeying that will cure us of age and the gathering fatigue of years. George Eliot
Death is the poor man's best physician.
Death is the poor man's dearest friend. Robert Bums, Man Was Made to Mourn
Death is the poor man's doctor.
Death is the privilege of human nature, And life without it were not worth our taking: Thither the poor, the pris'ner, and the mourner Fly for relief, and lay their burthens down. The Fair Penitent, Act v. Sc 1, N. ROWE.
Death is the quiet haven of us all. Wordsworth
Death is the reaper who doesn't take a midday nap.
Death is the remedy for all ills.
Death is the tyrant of the imagination. His reign is in solitude and darkness, in tombs and prisons, over weak hearts and seething brains. He lives, without shape or sound, a phantasm, inaccessible to sight or touch - a ghastly and terrible apprehension. Barry Cornwall
Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well. Alexander Smith
Death is the ultimate boundary of human matters. Horace
Death is the universal salt of states; Blood is the base of all things - law and war. Bailey
Death is the waiting-room where we robe ourselves for immortality. Spurgeon
Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of all. It sets the slave at liberty, carries the banished man home, and places all mortals on the same level, insomuch that life itself were a punishment without it. Seneca
Death itself is less painful when it comes upon us unawares than the bare contemplation of it, even when danger is far distant. Pascal
Death keepes no Calender. George Herbert, Jacula Prudentum
Death keeps no almanack.
Death keeps no calendar.
Death lays his icy hand on kings. Shirley
Death levels all things. James Freeman Clarke
Death lies on her like an untimely frost upon the sweetest flower of all the field. Shakespeare
Death lies on her, like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. SHAKESPEARE: Rom. and Jul., Act iv., Sc. 5.
Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow. Night Thoughts, Night V, DR. E. YOUNG.