Death Quote by Virginia Woolf — Inspiring Words on Life, Love & Wisdom

“the battered woman--for she wore a skirt--with her right hand exposed, her left clutching at her side, stood singing of love--love which has lasted a million years, she sang, love which prevails, and millions of years ago, her lover, who had been dead these centuries, had walked, she crooned, with her in May; but in the course of ages, long as summer days, and flaming, she remembered, with nothing but red asters, he had gone; death's enormous sickle had swept those tremendous hills, and when at last she laid her hoary and immensely aged head on the earth, now become a mere cinder of ice, she implored the Gods to lay by her side a bunch of purple heather, there on her high burial place which the last rays of the last sun caressed; for then the pageant of the universe would be over.”

“My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness.”

“It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.”

“If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.”

“Are we so made that we have to take death in small doses daily or we could not go on with the business of living?”

“The first time is always the hardest”

“... we die, just as we were born, at the edge of a road not of our choosing.”

“Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you.”

“If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.”

“Yes, blood for blood, his bitter loan came due. He paid with death.”

“Ethan was loyal and funny and protective. When we were little, he was the brother most likely to make me cry—and mostly likely to wipe away my tears.”