Oliver Goldsmith Quotes

I hope to die in the saddle seat.

I will move gently down the stream of life until I sleep with my fathers.

I ought not to fear to survive my own people so long as there are men in the world; for there are always some whom one can love.

I shall soon be laid in the quiet grave--thank God for the quiet grave--O! I can feel the cold earth upon me--the daisies growing over me--O for this quiet--it will be my first.

Sleep in a world, your final sleep has woken

Writing, painting, singing -- it cannot stop everything. Cannot halt death in its tracks. But perhaps it can make the pause between death's footsteps sound and look and feel beautiful, can make the space of waiting a place where you can linger without as much fear. For we are all walking each other to our deaths, and the journey there between footsteps makes up our lives.

You didn't want to die. Most mortals don't, even if they find themselves in as desolate and soul-destroying a spot as you. Almost all of those who take their own lives wish at the last moment that they hadn't. They see at the end how much they've given up, how precious life is, even when it's treated them like dirt and crushed their dreams. Many think they've passed beyond hope, but they never really have, not until they pass beyond life itself. Alas, that knowledge comes too late for most would-be-suicides and they die with regret. Very few are offered the chance that you have been handed.

Each person searches for the most beautiful jump which will be the final before leaving this world.

Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.

Hope is a punishable offense. The verdict is always death; one more death of the heart.

Do you cherish your humble and silky life?

The course of my long life hath reached at last in fragile bark over a tempestuous sea the common harbor, where must rendered be account for all the actions of the past.

Look on the grave where thou must sleep Thy last, and strongest foe; It is endurance not to weep, If that repose seem woe.

Death is the only limit to the road you travel.

Would you know my name If I saw you in heaven Will it be the same If I saw you in heaven I must be strong, and carry on Cause I know I don't belong Here in heaven Would you hold my hand If I saw you in heaven Would you help me stand If I saw you in heaven I'll find my way, through night and day Cause I know I just can't stay Here in heaven

The romance of life begins and ends with two blank pages. Age and extreme old age.

Th' longest lane will have a turning.

Death - Death can be faced, dealt with, adjusted to, outlived. It's the not knowing that destroys interminably... This being suspended in suspense; waiting - weightless, How does one face the faceless, adjust to nothing? Waiting implies something to wait for. Is there? There is One. One who knows... I rest my soul on that.

If all life moves inevitably towards its end, then we must, during our own, colour it with our colours of love and hope.

Grieve not; though the journey of life be bitter, and the end unseen, there is no road which does not lead to an end.

The angel of death has been abroad throughout the land; you may almost hear the beating of his wings.