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The finest day of life is that on which one quits it.
- Frederick, the Great (Frederick II)
The goal of all life is death.
- Sigmund Freud
No better armor against the darts of death than to be busied in God's service.
- Thomas Fuller (1)
Drawing near her death, she sent most pious thoughts as harbingers to heaven; and her soul saw a glimpse of happiness through the chinks of her sicknesse broken body.
- Thomas Fuller (1), Holy and Profane States
(bk. I, ch. II)
To die is landing on some silent shore,
Where billows never break nor tempests roar;
Ere well we feel the friendly stroke 'tis o'er.
- Sir Samuel Garth, The Dispensary
(canto III, l. 225)
Everything dies, and on this spring morning, if I lay my ear to the ground, I seem to hear from every point of the compass the heavy step of men who carry a corpse to its burial.
- Madame Gasparin
There are flowers which only yield their fragrance to the night; there are faces whose beauty only fully opens out in death. No more wrinkles; no drawn, distorted lineaments; an expression of extreme humility, blended with gladness of hope; a serene brightness, and an ideal straightening of the outline, as if the Divine finger, source of supreme beauty, had been laid there.
- Madame Gasparin
Ask her to wait a moment--I am almost done.
- Carl Friedrich Gauss,
while working, when informed that his wife is dying
The prince who kept the world in awe,
The judge whose dictate fix'd the law;
The rich, the poor, the great, the small,
Are levell'd; death confounds 'em all.
- John Gay, Fables (pt. II, fable 16)
Dead as a door nail.
- John Gay, New Song of New Similes
Where the brass knocker, wrapt in flannel band,
Forbids the thunder of the footman's hand,
The' upholder, rueful harbinger of death,
Waits with impatience for the dying breath.
- John Gay, Trivia (bk. II, l. 467)
Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.
- Kahlil Gibran, The Voice of the Poet
None who e'er knew her can believe her dead;
Though, should she die, they deem it well might be
Her spirit took its everlasting flight
In summer's glory, by the sunset sea,
That onward through the Golden Gate is fled.
Ah, where that bright soul is cannot be night.
- Richard Watson Gilder, "H.H."
What if thou be saint or sinner,
Crooked gray-beard, straight beginner,--
Empty paunch, or jolly dinner,
When Death thee shall call.
All like are rich or richer,
King with crown, and cross-legged stitcher,
When the grave hides all.
- Richard Watson Gilder, Drinking Song
Death is a commingling of eternity with time; in the death of a good man, eternity is seen looking through time.
- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
It is not I who die, when I die, but my sin and misery.
- Gotthold (pseudonym of Christian Scriver)
Can honor's voice provoke the silent dust, or flattery soothe the dull, cold ear of death?
- Thomas Gray
Can storied urn or animated bust
Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath?
Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust,
Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?
- Thomas Gray, Elegy (st. 11)
He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time:
The living throne, the sapphire blaze,
Where angels tremble while they gaze,
He saw; but blasted with excess of light,
Closed his eyes in endless night.
- Thomas Gray, Progress of Poesy
(III, 2, l. 93)
Fling but a stone, the giant dies.
- Matthew Green, The Spleen (l. 93)
When life is woe,
And hope is dumb,
The World says, "Go!"
The Grave says, "Come!"
- Arthur Guiterman, Betel-Nuts
I have seen those who have arrived at a fearless contemplation of the future, from faith in the doctrine which our religion teaches. Such men were not only calm and supported, but cheerful in the hour of death; and I never quitted such a sick chamber without a hope that my last end might be like theirs.
- Henry Halford
Death did not first strike Adam, the first sinful man, nor Cain, the first hypocrite, but Abel, the innocent and righteous. The first soul that met with death, overcame death; the first soul that parted from earth went to heaven. Death argues not displeasure, because he whom God loved best dies first, and the murderer is punished with living.
- Joseph Hall
Death borders upon our birth; and our cradle stands in our grave.
- Joseph Hall, Epistles (decade III, ep. II)
And thou art terrible--the tear,
The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier;
And all we know, or dream, or fear
Of agony, are thine.
- Fitz-Greene Halleck
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