Death Quote by William Ernest Henley Download Open image “So many are the deaths we die Before we can be dead indeed.” — William Ernest Henley ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.5 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare Death Dies
One day all of us will die but - and this is the important thing - we are not dead yet. — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
There are more people dead than alive; we all will be in the majority one day. — Vikrant Parsai Copy Share Image
How many deaths will it take 'till we know that too many people have died? — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
I strongly believe that each preventable death is one death too many. — Christy Turlington Copy Share Image
We are always dying, all the time. That's what living is; living is dying, little by little. It is a sequenced collection of individualized… — Chuck Klosterman Copy Share Image
You see, we are all dying. It's only a matter of time. Some of us just die sooner than others. — Jigdral Yeshe Dorje Copy Share Image
There are not millions of deaths. It happens millions of times that someone dies. — Etel Adnan Copy Share Image
But, however many ways there may be of being alive, it is certain that there are vastly more ways of being dead, or rather… — Richard Dawkins Copy Share Image
Maybe, if we just accepted our deaths, we might finally start to live. — Richard Paul Evans Copy Share Image
We can only die in the future, I thought; right now we are always alive. — Amy Hempel Copy Share Image
“It matters not how strait the gate. How charged with punishments the scroll. I am the master of my fate. I am the captain… — William Ernest Henley Copy Share Image
Life is a smoke that curls- Curls in a flickering skein, That winds and whisks and whirls, A figment thin and vain, Into the vast inane. One end for hut and hall. — William Ernest Henley Copy Share
Into the winter's gray delight, Into the summer's golden dream, Holy and high and impartial, Death, the mother of Life, Mingles all men for… — William Ernest Henley Copy Share Image
Behold me waiting—waiting for the knife… The thick, sweet mystery of chloroform, The drunken dark, the little death-in-life… [F]ace to face with chance, I… — William Ernest Henley Copy Share Image
Madam Life's a piece in bloom Death goes dogging everywhere: she's the tenant of the room, he's the ruffian on the stair. — William Ernest Henley Copy Share Image
Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. — William Ernest Henley Copy Share Image
Shakespeare and Rembrandt have in common the faculty of quickening speculation and compelling the minds of men to combat and discussion. — William Ernest Henley Copy Share Image
Who but knows How it goes! Life's a last year's Nightingale, Love's a last year's rose. — William Ernest Henley Copy Share Image
beyond this place of wrath and tears looms but the horror of the shade — William Ernest Henley Copy Share Image
Or ever the knightly years were gone, with the old world to the grave, I was a King in Babylon and you were a Christian Slave. I saw, I took, I cast you by, I bent and broke your pride... And a myriad suns have set and shone, since then upon the grave, Decreed by the King in Babylon, to… — William Ernest Henley Copy Share
And lo, the Hospital, gray, quiet, old, Where life and death like friendly chafferers meet. — William Ernest Henley Copy Share Image
Now, to read poetry at all is to have an ideal anthology of one's own, and in that possession to be incapable of content… — William Ernest Henley 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
![“Behold me waiting—waiting for the knife… The thick, sweet mystery of chloroform, The drunken dark, the little death-in-life… [F]ace to face with chance, I shrink a little: My hopes are strong, my will is something weak. ...I am ready But, gentlemen my porters, life is brittle: You carry Cæsar and…” quote by William Ernest Henley](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/a68/william-ernest-henley-15193_aces_behold-me-waiting-waiting-for-the-knife_269698.jpg)
