Quotes from Poets About Death

Statements from Poets About Death Its hard to tell what to state when attempting to comfort somebody who has endured the passing of a friend or family member. In any case, passing is a piece of the human condition, and there is no lack of writing about death and biting the dust. Once in a while it takes a writer to give us point of view on the implications of life and passing. Here are some popular, and ideally ameliorating, cites about death from artists and authors that would be proper when giving sympathies. William Shakespeare Quotes About Death Also, when he will kick the bucket, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the essence of Heaven so fine That all the world will be infatuated with night And pay no love to the showy sun.- From Romeo and Juliet Cherishes not Times fool, however ruddy lips and cheeksWithin his bowing sickles compass come;Love adjusts not with his short hours and weeks,But bears it out even to the edge of fate.- Â From Sonnet 116 Defeatists pass on commonly before their demises; the valiant never taste of death however once.- From Julius Caesar To kick the bucket, to sleepTo rest: perchance to dream: ay, theres the rubFor in that rest of death what dreams may comeWhen we have rearranged off this human coil,Must give us delay: theres the respectThat makes cataclysm of so long life. - From Hamlet Statements About Death from Other Poets Be close to me when my light is low... And all the wheels of being moderate. - Â â Alfred Lord Tennyson Since I was unable to stop for death, He generously halted for me; The carriage held yet just ourselves and interminability.- Â Emily Dickinson Passing goes to all. In any case, incredible accomplishments fabricate a landmark which will suffer until the sun develops cold. - Â George Fabricius Demise gives us rest, everlasting youth, and interminability.- Â Jean Paul Richter Demise is a blending of endlessness with time; in the passing of a decent man, forever is seen glancing through time.- Â Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe He who has gone, so we yet love his memory, stays with us, increasingly strong, nay, more present than the living man.- Â Antoine de Saint Éxupã ©ry Try not to remain at my grave and weep.I am not there; I don't sleep.I am a thousand breezes that blow.I am the jewel flashes on snow.I am the daylight on matured grain.I am the delicate harvest time downpour. At the point when you stir in the mornings hushI am the quick elevating rushOf calm winged animals in orbited flight.I am the delicate stars that sparkle at night.Do not remain at my grave and cry;I am not there; I didn't bite the dust.- Mary Elizabeth Frye Where you used to be, there is a gap on the planet, which I end up continually strolling around in the daytime, and falling in around evening time.- Â Edna St. Vincent Millay Despite the fact that darlings are lost, love will not. Furthermore, passing will have no dominion.â -Dylan Thomas