Robert Louis Stevenson Quotes

Death is the quiet haven of us all.

Sleep is cousin-german unto death: Sleep and death differ, no more, than a carcass And a skeleton.

The dead they sleep a long, long sleep; The dead they rest, and their rest is deep; The dead have peace, but the living weep.

Why do people want to pretend that death is sleep? It isn't. It isn't.

To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come.

Death comes to us, under many conditions, with all the welcome serenity of sleep.

I don't fear death, it must be like a long sleep.

But what is all this fear of and opposition to Oblivion? What is the matter with the soft Darkness, the Dreamless Sleep?

Every time we go to sleep, it's a rehearsal of the day when our eyes will ultimately close and we wake up on the side of eternity.

Nothing can happen more beautiful than death.

I am scared of death.

Downy sleep, death's counterfeit.

And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?

Death's not a separation or alteration or parting; it's just a one-handled door.

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

Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause, there's the respect, That makes calamity of so long life

Death, that final evil, is one of the paths to eternity. Endless life in the conditions of our existence would be a nightmare.

Sleep in a world, your final sleep has woken

How wonderful is death! Death and his brother sleep.

The great majority gave no signs one way or the other; like birth, their death was a sleep and a forgetting.

Death opens unknown doors. It is most grand to die.

And what is death, if not a face at peace - its artistic perfection.

Tereza had gone back to sleep; he could not. He pictured her death. She was dead and having terrible nightmares; but because she was dead, he was unable to wake her from them. Yes, that is death: Tereza asleep, having terrible nightmares, and he unable to wake her.

Is that what death would feel like? The nicest, warmest, heaviest never-ending nap? If that’s what it’s like, I wouldn’t mind.