Anne Carson Quotes

Death is my neighbor now.

I play Hopkins' daughter. Brad Pitt plays Death. He's a very-good looking Death. With him, dying isn't so bad.

I think of death as some delightful journey that I shall take when all my tasks are done.

Death is the quiet haven of us all.

Take them, O Death! and bear away Whatever thou canst call thine own! Thine image, stamped upon this clay, Doth give thee that, but that alone!

Even death has a heart.

What is death to me? I have sown the seeds others will reap.

To die is landing on some distant shore.

In the first book of my Discworld series, published more than 26 years ago, I introduced Death as a character; there was nothing particularly new about this - death has featured in art and literature since medieval times, and for centuries we have had a fascination with the Grim Reaper.

I'm death obsessed. You know, I have death all over my house. I have a stuffed two headed sheep!

It is death that goes down to the center of the earth, the great burial church the earth is, and then to the curved ends of the universe, as light is said to do.

The sudden hand of Death close up mine eye!

Dead, your Majesty. Dead, my lords and gentlemen. Dead, Right Reverends and Wrong Reverends of every order. Dead, men and women, born with Heavenly compassion in your hearts. And dying thus around us every day.

Death haunts everyone and never fails.

Give death a better name or die trying.

So I am death" Charlie said then turned to his daughter while buttering his toast. "This is death toast sweety.

I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed? "For beauty," I replied. "And I for truth, the two are one; We brethren are," he said. And so, as kinsmen met a night, We talked between the rooms, Until the moss had reached our lips, And covered up our names.

But death is not freedom. For a moment, it can look like freedom. But then it's death. Anything. Something. Nothing.

Death tripped down the corridor, changing step, struck out here and there, danced pirouettes; often I felt his breath on my face when he was miles away; often I fell asleep and dreamed while he stood leaning over my bed.

Death was Patrick Henry's second choice.

It's death, that's what I'm suffering from. The systematic encroachment of the big D.

For death, Now I know, is that first breath Which our souls draw when we enter Life, which is of all life center.

Death is always sad, I suppose, to us who look forward to it: I expect it will seem very different when we can look back upon it.