Death Quote by Felicia Hemans Download Open image “Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!” — Felicia Hemans ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.0 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare Death Seasons Spring
Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north - wind's breath, And stars to set; but all, Thou hast… — John Milton Copy Share Image
All that dies, dies for a reason, to put it's strength into the seasons. — Yes (Band Copy Share Image
Slayer of the winter, art thou here again? O welcome, thou that bring'st the summer nigh! The bitter wind makes not the victory vain.… — William Morris Copy Share Image
The seasons shall tire and the years grow old, ere they exhaust these words: “Father forgive them, for they know not what they do. — Khalil Copy Share Image
“Then let not winter's ragged hand deface, In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd: Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place With… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Busy old fool, unruly sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains, call on us? Must to thy motions lovers'seasons run? Saucy… — John Donne Copy Share Image
“Four seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of Man: He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear Takes in all beauty with an easy span: He has his Summer, when luxuriously Spring's honeyed cud of youthful thought he loves To ruminate, and by such dreaming high Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves… — John Keats Copy Share
Winter will never come for the likes of us. Should we die in battle, they will surely sing of us, and it’s always summer… — George R. R. Martin Copy Share Image
“Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines, And too often is his gold complexion dimm'd: And every fair from fair sometimes declines, By chance or natures… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“BUSY old fool, unruly Sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains, call on us? Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run… — John Donne Copy Share Image
The opening and the folding flowers, that laugh to the summer's day. — Felicia Hemans Copy Share Image
Christ hath arisen! O mountain peaks, attest- Witness, resounding glen and torrent wave! The immortal courage in the human breast Sprung from that victory-tell how oft the brave To camp midst rock and cave, Nerved by those words, their struggling faith have borne, Planting the cross on high above the clouds of morn! — Felicia Hemans Copy Share
I had a hat. It was not all a hat,-Part of the brim was gone:Yet still I wore it on. — Felicia Hemans Copy Share
Oh! lovely voices of the sky Which hymned the Saviour's birth, Are ye not singing still on high, Ye that sang, "Peace on earth"? — Felicia Hemans Copy Share Image
Is it where the flow'r of the orange blows, And the fireflies dance thro' the myrtle boughs? — Felicia Hemans Copy Share Image
A passion for flowers, is, I think, the only one which long sickness leaves untouched with its chilling influence. — Felicia Hemans Copy Share Image
Gird your hearts with silent fortitude, Suffering, yet hoping all things. — Felicia Hemans Copy Share Image
What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine, The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? They sought a faith's pure shrine. — Felicia Hemans Copy Share Image
“He wondered how it was fair that your dying should depend so much on when you were born.” — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
What sets worlds in motion is the interplay of differences, their attractions and repulsions. Life is plurality, death is uniformity. By suppressing differences and pecularities, by eliminating different civilizations and cultures, progress weakens life and favors death. The ideal of a single civilization for everyone, implicit in the cult of progress and technique, impoverishes and mutilates us. Every view of… — Octavio Paz Copy Share
Most of us are convinced that we are our egos, which is who we think we are. The ego is part of our incarnation.… — Ram Dass Copy Share Image
I do not want to live at the cost of the life even of a snake. I should let him bite me to death… — Mahatma Gandhi Copy Share Image
“It was beautiful. He thought he had never seen anything so beautiful in all his life; that, having seen it, he could die content, knowing that he would never see anything so beautiful again. He wished he could have seen it for longer. More, he wished he could have taken it apart, studied it all the way down to its… — Mira Grant Copy Share
With multiplayer, permanent death, and an ever-changing world to explore and conquer, 'A Valley Without Wind' might be the place you're looking for if… — Rob Manuel Copy Share Image
“What did you see?” she asked gently. His brow furrowed, as if he could not understand the question. Then his eyes turned to the paper on which he'd been writing. They went to the quill that he seemed surprised to see in his hand. When he turned to look at her again, fresh tears spilled from Michel de Nostredame's eyes.… — J. Anthony Torino Copy Share
Those whose life is long still strive for gain, and for all mortals all things take second place to money. — Sophocles Copy Share Image
“I practice Dying--every night-- But have not learned to, still-- Though Talented--by Mortal bones-- For such a common Skill.” — Alan W. Powers Copy Share
“You must understand the pain and grief of losing someone is nothing more than a function of survival.” — Steven Cooper Copy Share Image
I am not a depressive person at all, but I reflect a lot on my life, and life in general, from the perspective of… — Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu Copy Share Image
“Death is a reality that calls the rest of life and all of our assorted strivings into sharp relief.” — Craig D. Lounsbrough Copy Share Image
