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

“My only love sprung from my only hate!”

“Why should you think that I should woo in scorn?”

“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.”

“we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots. Your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service, two dishes, but to one table; that's the end.”

“Of all knowledge, the wise and good seek mostly to know themselves.”

“Go to your bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.”

“What you know isn't nearly as important as who you know. Who will miss you. Who you will miss.”

“We often pity the poor, because they have no leisure to mourn their departed relatives, and necessity obliges them to labor through their severest afflictions: but is not active employment the best remedy for overwhelming sorrow--the surest antidote for despair? It may be a rough comforter: it may seem hard to be harassed with the cares of life when we have no relish for its enjoyments; to be goaded to labor when the heart is ready to break, and the vexed spirit implores for rest only to weep in silence: but is not labor better than the rest we covet? and are not those petty, tormenting cares less hurtful than a continual brooding over the great affliction that oppresses us? Besides, we cannot have cares, and anxieties, and toil, without hope--if it be but the hope of fulfilling our joyless task, accomplishing some needful project, or escaping some further annoyance.”

“Does it hurt?" The childish question had escaped Harry's lips before he could stop it.”

“We have long become overgrown with calluses; we no longer hear people being killed. ("X")”

“Death and life are the same thing-like the two sides of my hand, the palm and the back. And still the palm and the back are not the same...They can be neither separated, nor mixed.”