Louis Armstrong Quotes

After death there is nothing.

But death is not freedom. For a moment, it can look like freedom. But then it's death. Anything. Something. Nothing.

Death is wonderful because you can't think about it. How are you gonna think about it?

Never but the one matter. The dead and gone. The dying and going. From the word go.

You will die and it will all be over. You will die and find out everything or cease asking.

I know my life is nearing its end and I accept that.

The people who pretend that dying is rather like strolling into the next room always leave me unconvinced. Death, like birth, must be a tremendous event.

Death is the ultimate boundary of human matters.

Life after death is the elephant in the living room, the one that we are not supposed to notice.

Death promises nothing--not even oblivion.

Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!

All roads end at the grave, which is the gate to nothingness.

In a more universal sense, we only get one thing. You know...a head stone if we're lucky; if not, green grass.

They say in the grave there is peace, and peace and the grave are one and the same.

Death is the stone into which our oblivion hardens.

The first thing I would like to tell you about death is that there is no bigger lie than death. And yet, death appears to be true. It not only appears to be true but also seems like the cardinal truth of life - it appears as if the whole of life is surrounded by death. Whether we forget about it, or become oblivious to it, everywhere death remains close to us. Death is even closer to us than our own shadow.

With the dead there is no rivalry, with the dead there is no change.

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

I think it is impossible for human minds to think of Death as a final, irrevocable end to life.

Death is one dream out of another flowing.

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

So when I'm killed, don't wait for me, Walking the dim corridor; In Heaven or Hell, don't wait for me, Or you must wait for evermore. You'll find me buried, living-dead In these verses that you've read.

Life's something we already understand. Death is a mystery.

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

Go and try to disprove death. Death will disprove you, and that's all!