Thomas Babington Macaulay Quotes

Why do people want to pretend that death is sleep? It isn't. It isn't.

"When the dead are done with the living, the living can go on to other things," Franny said. "What about the dead?" I asked. "Where do we go?"

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

How surely are the dead beyond death. Death is what the living carry with them. A state of dread, like some uncanny foretaste of a bitter memory. But the dead do not remember and nothingness is not a curse. Far from it.

Tell me the truth about death. I don't know what it is. We have them, then they are gone but they stay in our minds. Their stories are part of us as long as we live and as long as we tell them or write them down.

Death, that final evil, is one of the paths to eternity. Endless life in the conditions of our existence would be a nightmare.

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

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.

Death and what came after death was no great mystery to Sabriel. She just wished it was.

The distance that the dead have gone Does not at first appear- Their coming back seems possible For many an ardent year.

Even death has a heart.

I don't fear death, it must be like a long sleep.

Lines I die but when the grave shall press The heart so long endeared to thee When earthy cares no more distress And earthy joys are nought to me. Weep not, but think that I have past Before thee o'er the sea of gloom. Have anchored safe and rest at last Where tears and mouring can not come. 'Tis I should weep to leave thee here On that dark ocean sailing drear With storms around and fears before And no kind light to point the shore. But long or short though life may be 'Tis nothing to eternity. We part below to meet on high Where blissful ages never die.

For though Death be a dark passage, it leads to immortality, and that is recompence enough for suffering of it.

The world of the dead wonʹt give you up a second time.

There's no jealousy in the grave.

Things change after you die, though, I guess because dying is the loneliest thing you can do.

The great thing about the dead, they make space.

"Death," said Akiva. His life was leaving him fast now that he no longer held his wound. His eyes just wanted to drift closed. "I'm ready." "Well, I'm not. I hear it's dull, being dead." She said it lightly, amused, and he peered up at her. Had she just made a joke? She smiled. Smiled. He did, too. Amazed, he felt it happening, as if her smile had triggered a reflex in him. "Dull sounds nice," he said, letting his eyes flutter closed. "Maybe I can catch up on my reading."

I’ve been dead for seven years, that’s as warm as they get.

I don't think of death in a romantic way anymore.

I don't believe in the afterlife, so I do think when somebody passes, it's worthy of note.

I just don't get death at all. Yes, it's there. But I don't get it.

I do fear death. But what I actually fear is not dying. I mean, true, it will be sad. But I know that there is a better place waiting for me.

That death was near, I suppose I believed, but I saw it only as a rest after the day's work.