Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes

Death is one dream out of another flowing.

maybe death isn't darkness, after all, but so much light wrapping itself around us--

The tomb is not a blind alley: it is a thoroughfare. It closes on the twilight. It opens on the dawn.

The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.

Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.

I believe that when death closes our eyes we shall awaken to a light, of which our sunlight is but the shadow.

My troubles are many They're deep as a well I swear there ain't no Heaven And I pray there ain't no hell But I'll never know by living only my dying will tell. And when I die and when I'm gone There'll be, one child born And a world to carry on, to carry on.

Death is perfectly safe. (55)

As far as where I go when I die, the concept that I am simple going to flick out, like a light bulb, to me is not only spiritually impossible to believe, but logically it is laughable - the idea that we simply die and nothing happens.

If everything that ever lived is dead, and everything alive is gonna die...where does the sacred part come in?

What is death, after all? We leave only mortals behind us.

I smiled and ran my hand through his dark curls. “So, Death, what do we do now?

Death opens a door out of a little, dark room (that's all the life we have known before it) into a great, real place where the true sun shines and we shall meet.

If you were not born in this world, there would be no need to die. To be born in this world is to die, to disappear [laughing].

Build then the ship of death, for you must take the longest journey, to oblivion.

"When the dead are done with the living, the living can go on to other things," Franny said. "What about the dead?" I asked. "Where do we go?"

We fall from womb to tomb, from one blackness and toward another, remembering little of the one and knowing nothing of the other ... except through faith.

The last to be overcome is death, and the knowledge of life is the knowledge of death.

Death is the waiting-room where we robe ourselves for immortality.

Death is the gate of life.

Death is the side of life which is turned away from us.

Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labour, and my leisure too, For his civility. We passed the school where children played, Their lessons scarcely done; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun. We paused before a house that seemed A swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible, The cornice but a mound. Since then 'tis centuries; but each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads Were toward eternity.

At my door the Pale Horse stands to carry me to unknown lands.

Time," the Captain said, "is not what you think." He sat down next to Eddie. "Dying? Not the end of everything. We think it is. But what happens on earth is only the beginning.