Marcus Tullius Cicero Quotes

Death is an absolute marvel.

Death can really absorb a person. Lik most people, I would find it pleasant not to have to go, but you just accept that it's more or less inevitable.

Death is like an arrow that is already in flight, and your life lasts only until it reaches you.

Everything that is necessary is also easy. You just have to accept it. And the most necessary, the most natural matter on this planet is death.

Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes, But only death the jealous eyes can close.

When you dead, you dead.

Well, there's a remedy for all things but death, which will be sure to lay us flat one time or other.

Watching a peaceful death of a human being reminds us of a falling star; one of a million lights in a vast sky that flares up for a brief moment only to disappear into the endless night forever.

Among all the vicissitudes of life, which vary in each individual's experience, there is one event which sooner or later comes to everyone - Death!

Death doesn't frighten me, it bothers me. It bothers me for example that someone can be there tomorrow but me I am no longer there. What bothers me is no longer being alive, not being dead.

The best care on earth cannot prevent us all dying in the end.

I know all human beings will be successful. How do I know? They all die.

Death is present every day in our lives. It's not that I take pleasure in the morbid fascination of it, but it is a fact of life.

Everyone is going to die.

Death does not concern us, because as long as we exist, death is not here. And when it does come, we no longer exist.

We're all going to die.

Life and death. At some point we're gonna leave this world. Do I know when? Absolutely not.

Happens to everybody. Horses, dogs, men. Nobody gets out of life alive.

No one can outrun death. It will catch up to all of us eventually.

Death is a displaced name for a linguistic predicament.

When you're dead, you're dead. That's it.

There's nothing glorious in dying. Anyone can do it.

Life is sad. People, you know, are going to pass, and you know that you will one day.

It is possible to provide security against other ills, but as far as death is concerned, we men live in a city without walls.

From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.