Quotes on Beautiful Death

Nothing can happen more beautiful than death.

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.

Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.

Death is beautiful when seen to be a law, and not an accident. It is as common as life.

Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.

For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.

To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.

Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there's a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.

I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.

When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.

The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.

I am not afraid of death. I just don't want to be there when it happens.

When the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

Death is the destination we all share, no one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be because death is very likely the single best invention of life.

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new.

It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live.

Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains and mountains and streams of our blessed star, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed, and as beautiful as life.

Every man's life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.