Death Quote by Marcus Aurelius — Inspiring Words on Life, Love & Wisdom

“Very little is needed to make a happy life; it is all within yourself, in your way of thinking.”

“You have power over your mind not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength.”

“Waste no more time arguing about what a good man should be. Be one.”

“Everything that happens happens as it should, and if you observe carefully, you will find this to be so.”

“Everything that happens happens as it should, and if you observe carefully, you will find this to be so.”

“Everything that exists is in a manner the seed of that which will be.”

“The death of a person is not some number. Everyone’s lives must have meaning. What’s written here is something you could never feel from the words ‘four dead.’ It’s their breath.”

“Boredom slays more of existence than war.”

“Immortality like this is about as useful as sunscreen on a submarine.”

“You start dying slowly”

“Come up into the hills, O my young love. Return! O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again, as first I knew you in the timeless valley, where we shall feel ourselves anew, bedded on magic in the month of June. There was a place where all the sun went glistening in your hair, and from the hill we could have put a finger on a star. Where is the day that melted into one rich noise? Where the music of your flesh, the rhyme of your teeth, the dainty languor of your legs, your small firm arms, your slender fingers, to be bitten like an apple, and the little cherry-teats of your white breasts? And where are all the tiny wires of finespun maidenhair? Quick are the mouths of earth, and quick the teeth that fed upon this loveliness. You who were made for music, will hear music no more: in your dark house the winds are silent. Ghost, ghost, come back from that marriage that we did not foresee, return not into life, but into magic, where we have never died, into the enchanted wood, where we still life, strewn on the grass. Come up into the hills, O my young love: return. O lost, and by the wind grieved ghost, come back again.”