Andrew Jackson Quotes

Mark, how the ready hands of Death prepare: His bow is bent, and he hath notch'd his dart; He aims, he levels at thy slumb'ring heart: The wound is posting, O be wise, beware.

Death eats up all things, both the young lamb and old sheep; and I have heard our parson say, death values a prince no more than a clown.

Against other things it is possible to obtain security, but when it comes to death we human beings all live in an unwalled city.

Well, that’s that, then. We’re all going to die. Charming.

Even Rome cannot grant us a dispensation from death.

While life could be evaded, death could not.

Though it be in the power of the weakest arm to take away life, it is not in the strongest to deprive us of death.

And thus we all are nighing The truth we fear to know: Death will end our crying For friends that come and go.

Human stories are practically always about one thing, really, aren't they? Death. The inevitability of death. . . . . . (quoting an obituary) 'There is no such thing as a natural death. Nothing that ever happens to man is natural, since his presence calls the whole world into question. All men must die, but for every man his death is an accident, and even if he knows it he would sense to it an unjustifiable violation.' Well, you may agree with the words or not, but those are the key spring of The Lord Of The Rings

Death is the only inescapable, unavoidable, sure thing. We are sentenced to die the day we're born.

Come, Friend, you too must die. Why moan about it so? Even Patroclus died, a far, far better man than you. And look, you see how handsome and powerful I am? The son of a great man, the mother who gave me life-- A deathless goddess. But even for me, I tell you, Death and the strong force of fate are waiting. There will come a dawn or sunset or high noon When a man will take my life in battle too-- flinging a spear perhaps Or whipping a deadly arrow off his bow.

Death is just around the corner. If only it would stay there.

Death is so genuine a fact that it excludes falsehoods, or betrays its emptiness; it is a touchstone that proves the gold, and dishonors the baser metal.

In every cradle decked with rosy wreath Lurk germs of death.

There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.

I'm writing this book because we're all going to die.

Just where death is expecting you is something we cannot know; so, for your part, expect him everywhere.

Every year lays more earth upon us, which weighs us down from aerial regions, till we go under the earth at last.

There is nothing that Nature has made necessary which is more easy than death; we are longer a-coming into the world than going out of it; and there is not any minute of our lives wherein we may not reasonably expect it. Nay, it is but a momen'ts work, the parting of soul and body. What a shame is it then to stand in fear of anything so long that is over so soon!

Death confronts us not unlike the historical battle scene that hangs on the wall of the classroom. It is our task to obscure or quite obliterate the picture by our deeds while we are still in this world.

Out of the people that ever were, almost all of them are dead. There are way more dead people, and you're all gonna die and then you're gonna be dead for way longer than you're alive. Like that's mostly what you're ever gonna be. You're just dead people that didn't die yet.

No matter who you are, you will be put abed at last with a shovel.

I learned early to keep death in my line of sight, keep it under surveillance, keep it on cleared ground and away from any brush where it might coil unnoticed.

The perpetual work of your life is but to lay the foundation of death.

If Death stepped miraculously through the glass and came in after you, in all probability you just got up and went along with him, ferociously but quietly.