Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes

When Death doth close his tender dying eyes.

There is nothing ugly about death; but man, out of his fear, has made even the word, death ugly and unutterable. People don't like to talk about it. They won't even listen to the word death.

The sudden hand of Death close up mine eye!

Death ready stands to interpose his dart.

Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.

[W]e all lie down in our bed of earth as sure to wake as ever we can be to shut our eyes.

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

I'm not blessed, or merciful. I'm just me. I've got a job to do, and I do it. Listen: even as we're talking, I'm there for old and young, innocent and guilty, those who die together and those who die alone. I'm in cars and boats and planes; in hospitals and forests and abbatoirs. For some folks death is a release, and for others death is an abomination, a terrible thing. But in the end, I'm there for all of them.

The field of doom bears death as its harvest.

Dying is a very simple thing. I've looked at death and really I know. If I should have died it would have been very easy for me. Quite the easiest thing I ever did. But the people at home do not realize that. They suffer a thousand times more.

Death is a supple suitor, that wins at last. It is a stealthy wooing; conducted first by pallid innuendos and dim approach, but brave at last with bugles.

Yes, it's a well-known fact about you: you're like death, you take everything.

Death is my neighbor now.

Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries.

Death is mighty, and is no one's friend.

Death, only death, can break the lasting chain; And here, ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain

Marriage can be viewed as the waiting room for death.

The thing about death is that it's honest.

No one can outrun death. It will catch up to all of us eventually.

I mean, death is a serious thing, certainly not to be sneezed at.

Next door, there's an old man who lived to his nineties and one day passed away in his sleep. And his wife, she stayed for a couple of days and passed away. I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong.

I've looked that old scoundrel death in the eye many times but this time I think he has me on the ropes.

Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of all.

To have died once is enough.