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  • The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath, And after many summer dies the swan. Me only cruel immortality Consumes: I wither slowly in thine arms, Here at the quiet limit of the world.
    • 5 years ago



    Tags : Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes , Summer Quotes , Death Quotes
  • Some men make a womanish complaint that it is a great misfortune to die before our time. I would ask what time? Is it that of Nature? But she, indeed, has lent us life, as we do a sum of money, only no certain day is fixed for payment. What reason then to complain if she demands it at pleasure, since it was on this condition that you received it.
    • 5 years ago



    Tags : Marcus Tullius Cicero Quotes , Death Quotes , Men Quotes
  • There are flood and drought over the eyes and in the mouth, dead water and dead sand contending for the upper hand. The parched eviscerate soil gapes at the vanity of toil, laughs without mirth. This is the death of the earth.
    • 5 years ago



    Tags : T. S. Eliot Quotes , Death Quotes , Eye Quotes
  • We are all bound thither; we are hastening to the same common goal. Black death calls all things under the sway of its laws. [Lat., Tendimus huc omnes; metam properamus ad unam. Omnia sub leges mors vocat atra suas.]
    • 5 years ago



    Tags : Ovid Quotes , Death Quotes , Law Quotes
  • When death comes, it's just like winter. We don't say, "There ought not to be winter." That the winter season, when the leaves fall and the snow comes, is some kind of defeat, something which we should hold out against. No. Winter is part of the natural course of events. No winter, no summer. No cold, no heat.
    • 6 years ago



    Tags : Alan Watts Quotes , Life Quotes , Death Quotes
  • Farewell, a long farewell to all my greatness! This is the state of man: today he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, tomorrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him: The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And - when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening - nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
    • 5 years ago



    Tags : William Shakespeare Quotes , Death Quotes , Fall Quotes