When I die I want to decompose in a barrel of
porter and have it served in all the pubs in
Dublin.
-- J. P. Donleavy
1926-, American
Writer
As
virtuous men pass mildly away, and whisper to
their souls to go, whilst some of their sad
friends do say, the breath goes now, and some
say no.
-- John Donne
1572-1632,
British Metaphysical Poet
Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For,
those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow.
Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
-- John Donne
1572-1632,
British Metaphysical Poet
I
would not that death should take me asleep. I
would not have him merely seize me, and only
declare me to be dead, but win me, and overcome
me. When I must shipwreck, I would do it in a
sea, where mine impotency might have some
excuse; not in a sullen weedy lake, where I
could not have so much as exercise for my
swimming.
-- John Donne
1572-1632,
British Metaphysical Poet
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When
one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the
book, but translated into a better language.
-- John Donne
1572-1632, British
Metaphysical Poet
Life
is a series of diminishments. Each cessation of an
activity either from choice or some other variety of
infirmity is a death, a putting to final rest. Each
loss, of friend or precious enemy, can be equated
with the closing off of a room containing blocks of
nerves and soon after the closing off the nerves
atrophy and that part of oneself, in essence, drops
away. The self is lightened, is held on earth by a
gram less of mass and will.
-- Coleman Dowell
1925-1985, American
Novelist, Dramatist, Lyricist
To die
is landing on some distant shore.
-- John Dryden
1631-1700, British
Poet, Dramatist, Critic
All
human things are subject to decay, and when fate
summons, monarchs must obey.
-- John Dryden
1631-1700, British
Poet, Dramatist, Critic
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