Horace Quotes

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

Death calls ye to the crowd of common men.

Life and death are matters of the God. I can be killed even at home.

You may complete as many generations as you please during your life; none the less will that everlasting death await you.

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

I was dying. Like all the other people who live in this world.

Everyone wants to be foremost in this future-and yet death and the stillness of death are the only things certain and common to all in this future! How strange that this sole thing that is certain and common to all, exercises almost no influence on men, and that they are the furthest from regarding themselves as the brotherhood of death! It makes me happy to see that men do not want to think at all of the idea of death!

We are all sure of two things, at least; we shall suffer and we shall all die.

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

Sooner or later a black car came for everyone.

We all wind up the same way, no matter what our goals or ambitions are. We have nothing at all to say about how we got into this world or how are going to leave it.

Yet though a man gets many wounds in breast, He dieth not, unless the appointed time, The limit of his life's span, coincide; Nor does the man who by the hearth at home Sits still, escape the doom that Fate decrees.

The same night awaits us all.

God, to prevent all escape, hath sown the seeds of death in our very constitution and nature, so that we can as soon run from ourselves, as run from death. We need no feller to come with a hand of violence and hew us down; there is in the tree a worm, which grows out of its own substance, that will destroy it; so in us, those infirmities of nature that will bring us down to the dust.

No matter how expected, death is always the ultimate surprise.

Death is the only mystery we all solve.

100 per cent of us die, and the percentage cannot be increased.

All of the days go toward death and the last one arrives there.

Of human life, the most glorious or humble prospects are alike and soon bounded by the sepulchre.

No one escapes from life alive.

When I read the several dates of the tombs, of some that died yesterday, and some six hundred years ago, I consider that great day when we shall all of us be contemporaries, and make our appearance together.

You get what anybody gets - you get a lifetime.

We all die, just a question of when.

What is life? It departs covertly. Like a thief Death took him.