Sara Teasdale Quotes

Who can take Death's portrait? The tyrant never sat.

Whatever we try - to be rich, to be happy - death is unavoidable. It doesn't matter how much money you have; it doesn't matter how much love you have. At the end of the day, it's all heading that way.

The sudden hand of Death close up mine eye!

In the end, death came uniformly to all, and all extracted as much satisfaction from their dying as this essentially graceless process could afford.

Despite rumor, Death isn't cruel--merely terribly, terribly good at his job.

Only against death does man cry out in vain.

Death arrives among all that sound like a shoe with no foot in it, like a suit with no man in it, comes and knocks, using a ring with no stone in it, with no finger in it, comes and shouts with no mouth, with no tongue,with no throat. Nevertheless its steps can be heard and its clothing makes a hushed sound, like a tree.

Death has no need to be cruel, taking people's lives is more than enough.

We're reaching for death on the end of a candle We're trying for something that's already found us

There is only one ultimate and effectual preventative for the maladies to which flesh is heir, and that is death.

Death is not soft-mouthed, vague-footed, nearby. It is in the hall.

song of elli (old age) "What is plucked will grow again, What is slain lives on, What is stolen will remain What is gone is gone... What is sea-born dies on land, Soft is trod upon. What is given burns the hand - What is gone is gone... Here is there, and high is low; All may be undone. What is true, no two men know - What is gone is gone... Who has choices need not choose. We must, who have none. We can love but what we lose - What is gone is gone.

Death, which we are accustomed to consider an evil, really acts for us the friendliest part, and takes away the commonplace of existence.

Death haunts everyone and never fails.

The grave is still the best shelter against the storms of destiny.

When Death doth close his tender dying eyes.

There is a remedy for everything but death; who, in spite of our teeth, will take us in his clutches.

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!

Make fun of death. We are as dead as it gets, and we are fully aware of this joyous experience. We are with you every time you allow it. We are in every singing bird and in every joyful child. We are part of every delicious pulsing in your environment. We are not dead, and neither will you ever be! You will just get up, one day, and get out of the movie.

If God in his wisdom have brought closeThe day when I must die,That day by water or fire or airMy feet shall fall in the destined snareWherever my road may lie.

Now he understood. This was death. Death was a silence that gave back no answer.

Oh death, death, why do you never come to me thus summoned always day by day?

Death was not to be a leap: it was to be a long descent under thickening shadows.

Death comes along like a gas bill one can't pay.