Death Quote by William Shakespeare — Inspiring Words on Life, Love & Wisdom

“Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care. The death of each days life, sore labors bath. Balm of hurt minds, great natures second course. Chief nourisher in life's feast.”

“My only love sprung from my only hate!”

“Jesters do oft prove prophets.”

“O my love, my wife!”

“I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.”

“Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.”

“Of all the ways I had imagined my death, getting beaten by my zombified mentor while trapped by a cannibalistic window handle wasn’t one of them”

“But one wants the idea of Death, you know, as something large and unknowable, something that allows a person to stretch himself out. Especially one wants it if one is tired. Or perhaps what one wants is simply a release from sensation, from all consciousness for ever....”

“During the last few years of her life Mrs. Willowes grew continually more skilled in evading responsibilities, and her death seemed but the final perfected expression of this skill. It was as if she had said, yawning a delicate cat’s yawn, “I think I will go to my grave now,” and had left the room.”

“The lucky ones are just born dead.”

“Yes -- or rather, it's not so much that I want to die as that I'm tired of living.”

“I planned my death carefully, unlike my life, which meandered along from one thing to another, despite my feeble attempts to control it.”