Passing Away Quotes

Death is a mystery, and burial is a secret.

Never has grief been possessed, never has love been learned, and what removes us in death is not revealed.

I’m ready to die. I hope it’s not too uncomfortable.

Death is the ultimate boundary of human matters.

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.

There is nothing glamorous about death.

Every other species of talent carries with it its eternity; we enjoy the work of the poet, the painter, the sculptor, only as thousands will do after us; but the actor - his memory is with his generation, and that passes away.

Death was no less a miracle than birth.

The man who dies leaving behind him millions of available wealth, which was his to administer during his life, will pass away unwept, unhonoured and insung no matter to what uses he leaves the dross which he cannot take with him.

If you are going to lower me into the grave, and I feel something is wrong, I will get up.

It's really easy, once somebody passes away, for the tales about them to become taller, the good ones and the bad ones.

Realize that war is common and justice is strife, and that all things come into being and pass away through strife.

A great man's greatest good luck is to die at the right time.

Death is the chillness that precedes the dawn; We shudder for a moment, then awake In the broad sunshine of the other life.

Death is death no matter how it is inflicted

All human beings pass away. Do not let your happiness depend on something you may lose. If love is to be a blessing, not a misery, it must be for the only beloved who will never pass away.

Death is a master from Germany.

They say such nice things about people at their funerals that it makes me sad that I'm going to miss mine by just a few days.

Losing and dying: it's the same thing.

Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there's a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.

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.

He had never expected death to be this quiet, this secretive, this easy.

There is a tear for all who die, A mourner o'er the humblest grave.