Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes

Death tripped down the corridor, changing step, struck out here and there, danced pirouettes; often I felt his breath on my face when he was miles away; often I fell asleep and dreamed while he stood leaning over my bed.

Death may whiten in sun or out of it.

They say death comes like a thief in the night, where is he? I'll hug his neck.

Death is my neighbor now.

Death is the only physician, the shadow of his valley the only journeying that will cure us of age and the gathering fatigue of years.

Dead, your Majesty. Dead, my lords and gentlemen. Dead, Right Reverends and Wrong Reverends of every order. Dead, men and women, born with Heavenly compassion in your hearts. And dying thus around us every day.

Give death a better name or die trying.

So I am death" Charlie said then turned to his daughter while buttering his toast. "This is death toast sweety.

DEATH . . . And now you are here to fight for this woman. You know her promise is given. She has to die or her husband won't go free. APOLLO Relax, I'm not breaking any laws. DEATH Why the bow, if you're breaking no laws? APOLLO I always carry a bow, it's my trademark.

Even death has a heart.

When a man dies he kicks the dust.

The sudden hand of Death close up mine eye!

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

It is not that death comes, but that life leaves.

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

Death is the stone into which our oblivion hardens.

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

He is dead who called me into being, and when I shall be no more the very remembrance of us both will speedily vanish.

Man passes away; his name perishes from record and recollection; his history is as a tale that is told, and his very monument becomes a ruin.

Death haunts everyone and never fails.

When Death doth close his tender dying eyes.

Passing away" is written on the world and all the world contains.

The people who pretend that dying is rather like strolling into the next room always leave me unconvinced. Death, like birth, must be a tremendous event.

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