Thomas Browne Quotes

Night, having Sleep, the brother of Death.

Sleep is death's younger brother, and so like him, that I never dare trust him without my prayers.

You only live a short time... and you are dead a long time.

Life is much shorter than I imagined it to be.

Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them.

If you're not getting older, you're dead.

The minute you're born, you're getting older.

All that tread, the globe are but a handful to the tribes, that slumber in its bosom.

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.

Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.

Sleep - death without dying - living, but not life.

Death is one moment, and life is so many of them.

We come from a dark abyss, we end in a dark abyss, and we call the luminous interval life.

The most sacred thing you can get is time. That's all people want on their death bed; that's what it's all about.

Midnight! the outpost of advancing day! The frontier town and citadel of night!

Each man's death is fated from the beginning of time.

The first thing I would like to tell you about death is that there is no bigger lie than death. And yet, death appears to be true. It not only appears to be true but also seems like the cardinal truth of life - it appears as if the whole of life is surrounded by death. Whether we forget about it, or become oblivious to it, everywhere death remains close to us. Death is even closer to us than our own shadow.

Well, so it isn't time yet to die, is it?

Sleep: the stepchild of Death.

The end of all is death and man's life passeth away suddenly as a shadow.

Time and death sleep side by side.

My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love, And though the sager sort our deeds reprove, Let us not weigh them. Heaven's great lamps do dive Into their west, and straight again revive, But soon as once set is our little light, Then must we sleep one ever-during night. See Catullus 200:5.

Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born, Relieve my languish and restore the light; With dark forgetting of my care return. And let the day be time enough to mourn The shipwreck of my ill adventured youth: Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn Without the torment of the night's untruth.

See, the night doth enfold us! See, all the world lies sleeping!

Sleep and Death, who are twin brothers.