It is not death, it is dying that alarms me.—Montaigne.
Death is as the foreshadowing of life. We die that we may die no more.—Herman Hooker.
This world is the land of the dying; the next is the land of the living.—Tryon Edwards.
Men fear death, as if unquestionably the greatest evil, and yet no man knows that it may not be the greatest good.— W. Mitford.
We call it death to leave this world, but were we once out of it, and enstated into the happiness of the next, we should think it were dying indeed to come back to it again.—Sherlock.
Death has nothing terrible which life has not made so. A faithfnl Christian life in this world is the best preparation for the next.—Tryon Edwards.
It is impossible that anything so natural, so necessary, and so universal as death, should ever have been designed by Providence as an evil to mankind.—Swift.
We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon one whom we love.—Mad. De Stail.
Death is like thunder in two particulars: we are alarmed at the Bound of it, and it is formidable only from that which preceded it.—Cotton.
Death, to a good man, is but passing through a dark entry, out of one little dusky room of his father's house, into another that is fair and large, lightsome and glorious, and divinely entertaining.— Clarke.
Death is not, to the Christian, what it has often been called, "Paying the debt of nature." No, it is not paying a debt; it is rather like bringing a note to a bank to obtain solid gold in exchange for it. You bring a cumbrous body which is nothing worth, and which you could not wish to retain long; you lay it down, and receive for it, from the eternal treasures, liberty, victory, knowledge, and rapture.—John Foster.
We picture death as coming to destroy; let us rather picture Christ as coming to save. We think of death as ending: let us rather think of life as beginning, and that more abundantly. We think of losing; let us think of gaining. We think of parting; let us think of meeting. We think of going away; let us think of arriving. And as the voice of death whispers "You must go from earth," let us hear the voice of Christ saying, "You are but coming to Me!"—N. Macleod.
No man who is fit to live need fear to die. To us here, death is the most terrible thing we know. But when we have tasted its reality it will mean to us birth, deliverance, a new creation of ourselves. It will be what health is to the sick man; what home is to the exile; what the loved one given back is to the bereaved. As we draw near to it a solemn gladness should fill our hearts. It is God's great morning lighting up the sky. Our fears are the terror of children in the night, The night with its terrors, its darkness, its feverish dreams, is passing away; and when we awake it will be into the sunlight of God.—Fuller.
The gods conceal from men the happiness of death, that they may endure life.—Lucan.
A wise and due consideration of our latter end, is neither to render us sad, melancholy, disconsolate, or unfit for the business and offices of life; but to make us more watchful, vigilant, industrious, sober, cheerful, and thankful to that Ood who hath been pleased thus to make us serviceable to him, comfortable to ourselves, and profitable to others; and after all this, to take away the bitterness and sting of death, through Jesus Christ our Lord.—Sir M. Hale.
One may live as a conqueror, a king, or a magistrate; but he must die a man. The bed of death brings every human being to his pure individuality, to the intense contemplation of that deepest and most solemn of all relations—the relation between the creature and his Creator.—Daniel Webster.
If thou expect death as a friend, prepare to entertain him; if as an enemy, prepare to overcome him.—Death has no advantage except when he comes as a stranger.— Quarles.
What a superlatively grand and consoling idea is that of death! Without this radiant idea—this delightful morning star, indicating that the luminary of eternity is going to rise, life would, to my view, darken into midnight melancholy. The expectation of living here, and living thus always, would be indeed a prospect of overwhelming despair. But thanks to that fatal decree that dooms us to die; thanks to that gospel which opens the visions of an endless life; and thanks above all to that Saviour friend who has promised to conduct the faithful through the sacred trance of death, into scenes of Paradise and everlasting delight.— John Foster.
Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.—Milton.
Death expecteth thee everywhere: be wise, therefore, and expect death everywhere.— Quarles.
The ancients feared death; we. thanks to Christianity, fear only dying.—Guesses at Truth.
Death is the crown of life.—Were death denied, poor man would live in vain; to live would not be life; even fools would wish to die.—Young.
Death opens the gate of fame, and shuts the gate of envy after it.—It unloosens the chain of the captive, and puts the bondsman's task in another's hands.—Sterne.
Be still prepared for death: and death or life shall thereby be the sweeter.—Shakespeare.
To neglect, at any time, preparation for death, is to sleep on our post at a siege; to omit it in old age, is to sleep at an attack.— Johnson.
One of the fathers says, "There is but this difference between the death of old men and young; that old men go to death, and death comes to the young.
He who should teach men to die, would, at the same time, teach them to live.— Montaigne.
A dislike of death is no proof of the want of religion. The instincts of nature shrink from it, for no creature can like its own dissolution.—-But though death is not desired, the result of it may be, for dying to the Christian is the way to life eternal.— W. Jay.
A good man, when dying, once said, Formerly death appeared to me like a wide river, but now it has dwindled to a little rill; and my comforts, which were as the rill, have become the broad and deep river.
He whom the gods love, dies young.— Menander.
Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.— Walter Scott.
The air is full of farewells to the dying, and mournings for the dead.—Longfellow.
The good die first; and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, burn to the socket.— Wordsworth.
Cullen, in his last moments, whispered, "I wish I had the power of writing or speaking, for then I would describe to you how pleasant a thing it is to die.— Derby.
The darkness of death is like the evening twilight; it makes all objects appear more lovely to the dying.—Richter.
Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.— Young.
Death is the liberator of him whom freedom cannot release; the physician of him whom medicine cannot cure; the comforter of him whom time cannot console.— Colton.
Let death be daily before your eyes, and you will never entertain any abject thought, nor too eagerly covet anything.—Epictetus.
On death and judgment, heaven and hell, who oft doth think, must needs die well.— Sir W. Raleigh.
It matters not at what hour the righteous fall asleep.—Death cannot come untimely to him who is fit to die.—The less of this cold world the more of heaven; the briefer life, the earlier immortality.—Milman.
There is no better armor against the shafts of death than to be busied in God's service.—Fuller.
He who always waits upon God, is ready whensoever he calls.—He is a happy man who so lives that death at all times may find him at leisure to die.—Feltham.
Let dissolution come when it will, it can do the Christian no harm, for it will be but a passage out of a prison into a palace; out of a sea of troubles, into a haven of rest: out of a crowd of enemies, to an innumerable company of true, loving, and faithful friends; out of shame, reproach, and contempt, into exceeding great and eternal glory.—Bunyan.
We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the moment of waking from a troubled dream; it may be so the moment after death.—Hawthorne.
Death and love are the two wings that bear the good man to heaven.—Michael Angelo.
If Socrates died like a philosopher, Jesus Christ died like a God.—Rousseau.
Each departed friend is a magnet that attracts us to the next world.—Richter.
Living is death; dying is life.—On this side of the grave we are exiles, on that, citizens; on this side orphans, on that, children; on this side captives, on that, freemen; on this side disguised, unknown, on that disclosed and proclaimed as the sons of God.—H.W. Beecher.
It is as natural to man to die, as to be born; and to a little infant, perhaps the one is as painful as the other.—Bacon.
Death stamps the characters and conditions of men for eternity.—As death finds them in this world, so will they be in the next.—Emmons.
Ah! what a sign it is of evil life, when death's approach is seen so terrible!-- Shakespeare.
How shocking must thy summons be, O death, to him that is at ease in his possessions! who, counting on long years of pleasure here, is quite unfurnished for the world to come.—Blair.
I love to think of my little children whom God has called to himself as away at school— at the best school in the universe, under the best teachers, learning the best things, in the best, possible manner.
Readiness for death is that of character, rather than of occupation. It is right living which prepares for safe or even joyous dying.
O death! We thank thee for the light that thou wilt shed upon our ignorance.— Bossuet.
I believe that a family lives but a half life until it has sent its forerunners into the heavenly world, uuti1 those who linger here can cross the river, and fold transfigured a glorious form in the embrace of an endless life.—Bridgman.
I never think he is quite ready for another world who is altogether weary of this.—H. A Hamilton.
There is no death! What seems so is transition; this life of mortal breath in but a suburb of the life elysian, whose portal we call death.—Longfellow.
When I am dying I want to know that I have a similarity to God, so that my will is the same as his will, and that I love and hate and wish what he does.—J. Cook.
The bad man's death is horror; but the just does but ascend to glory from the dust.—Habbington.
When the sun goes below the horizon, he is not set; the heavens glow for a full hour after his departure.—And when a great and good man sets, the sky of this world is luminous, long after he is out of sight.— Such a man cannot die out of this world.— When he goes he leaves behind much of himself.—Being dead he speaks.—H.W. Beecher.
Death is but the dropping of the flower that the fruit may swell. H.W. Beecher.
Alexander the Great, seeing Diogenes looking attentively at a parcel of human bones, asked the philosopher what he was looking for. "That which I cannot find," was the reply; "the difference between your father's bones and those of his Slaves."
A good man being asked during his last illness, whether he thought himself dying, "Really, friend, I care not whether I am or not; for if I die I shall be with God; if I live, He will be with me."
Not by lamentations and mournful chants ought we to celebrate the funeral of a good man, but by hymns, for in ceasing to be numbered with mortals he enters upon the heritage of a diviner life.—Plutarch.
Leaves have their time to fall, and flowers to wither at the North-wind's breath, and stars to set—but all, thou hast nil seasons for thine own, O death!—Mrs. Hemans.
The sense of death is most in apprehension, and the poor beetle that we tread upon feels a pang as great as when a giant dies.—Shakespeare.
The chamber where the good man meets his fate is privileged beyond the common walk of virtuous life, quite on the verge of heaven.— Young.
As long as we are living, God will give us living grace, and he wont give us dying grace till it's time to die. What's the use of trying to feel like dying when you ain't dying, nor anywhere near it?—H. W. Beecher.
I know of but one remedy against the fear of death that is effectual and that will stand the test either of a sick-bed, or of a sound mind—that is, a good life, a clear conscience, an honest heart, and a well-ordered conversation; to carry the thoughts of dying men about us, and so to live before we die as we shall wish we had when we come to it.—Norris.
Man's highest triumph, man's profoundest fall, the death-bed of the just is yet undrawn by mortal hand; it merits a divine: angels should paint it, angels ever there; there, on a post of honor and of joy.— Young.
Be of good cheer about death, and know this of a truth, that no evil can happen to a good man, either in life or after death.— Socrates.
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 death overcame death; the first soul 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.— Bp. Hall.
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