Emily Dickinson Quotes

Among all the vicissitudes of life, which vary in each individual's experience, there is one event which sooner or later comes to everyone - Death!

In this world nothing can be said to be certain, except death and taxes.

Nothing in life is promised except death.

I don't fear death. If it happens, it was meant to happen.

The terrible thing about death is that it transforms life into destiny.

We were all fated to die, and so it is good that at least we can be sure our deaths today might bring about a good end, might make the world a better place.

I can control most things, but I don't seem to be able to control death.

SOONER OR LATER ALL MEN MUST DIE. EVERYTHING DIES IN THE END. I CAN BE ROBBED BUT NEVER DENIED, I TOLD MYSELF. WHY WORRY? “I too cannot be cheated,” snapped Fate.

Fate with impartial hand turns out the doom of high and low; her capacious urn is constantly shaking the names of all mankind.

Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come

I don't know if I was put on this Earth for a purpose or not. But I'm fairly confident that I'll be taken off of it for one.

Nought is there in wealth That serves as bulwark 'gainst the subtle stealth Of Destiny and Doom.

Sooner or later a black car came for everyone.

Nothing in life is sure, my son. Except the promise of death.

The bullet that will kill me is not yet cast.

I know that I will not die until my time comes.

Ah, in this world, where every guiding thread Ends suddenly in the one sure centre, death, The visionary hand of Might-have-been Alone can fill Desire's cup to the brim!

No one can hurry me down to Hades before my time, but if a man's hour is come, be he brave or be he coward, there is no escape for him when he has once been born.

... we die, just as we were born, at the edge of a road not of our choosing.

Each leaf that brushed his face deepened his sadness and dread. Each leaf he passed he'd never pass again. They rode over his face like veils, already some yellow, their veins like slender bones where the sun shone through them. He had resolved himself to ride on for he could not turn back and the world that day was as lovely as any day that ever was and he was riding to his death.

Those who live by the wall must die by the wall.

Probability is the guide of life, and of death, too.

In the end, the Wheel crushes us all.