O Death the Healer, scorn thou not, I pray,Upon a corpse.
Men are made fools by the gleaming limbs of women, and, lo, in a minute they are become discolored carnelians. A trifle, a little, the likeness of a dream. And death comes as the end.
Since we're all going to die, it's obvious that when and how don't matter.
He realized now that to be afraid of this death he was staring at with animal terror meant to be afraid of life. Fear of dying justified a limitless attachment to what is alive in man. And all those who had not made the gestures necessary to live their lives, all those who feared and exalted impotence — they were afraid of death because of the sanction it gave to a life in which they had not been involved. They had not lived enough, never having lived at all.
Death is the only thing we haven't succeeded in completely vulgarizing.
Ignore death up to the last moment; then, when it can't be ignored any longer, have yourself squirted full of morphia and shuffle off in a coma. Thoroughly sensible, humane and scientific, eh?
— Aldous Huxley
Philosophy
On all the line a sudden vengeance waits, And frequent hearses shall besiege your gates.
By foreign hands thy dying eyes were closed, By strangers honored, and by strangers mourned.
Peyton Fahrquhar was dead; his body, with a broken neck, swung gently from side to side beneath the timbers of the Owl Creek bridge.