Ralph Waldo Emerson Quotes

How beautiful is death, when earn'd by virtue!

Men are never really willing to die except for the sake of freedom: therefore they do not believe in dying completely.

Men, today we die a little.

To die for one's country is such a worthy fate that all compete for so beautiful a death.

You don't send a man to his death because you want a hero.

I find it incredibly romantic that people should fight for a cause they believe in and be prepared to die for it.

It is a blessing to die for a cause, because you can so easily die for nothing.

A martyr can never cooperate with death, go to death in a way that they're not trying to escape.

If my survival caused another to perish, then death would be sweeter and more beloved.

When confronted with two alternatives, life and death, one is to choose death without hesitation.

I always knew my death would be a possible consequence of the work I do. But for me it was a price I was willing to pay because this is what I believed in.

A man must be willing to die for justice. Death is an inescapable reality and men die daily, but good deeds live forever.

Send me six hundred men who know how to die

My sons are ready to die. Your sons still want to live.

To die would have been beautiful. But I belong to those who do not die for the sake of beauty.

Oh how beautiful to fall to give you flight, to die to give you life, to rest under your sky; and in your enchanted land forever sleep.

Life is not worth living for which a man is not prepared to die at any moment.

The master says it’s a glorious thing to die for the Faith and Dad says it’s a glorious thing to die for Ireland and I wonder if there’s anyone in the world who would like us to live.

I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed? "For beauty," I replied. "And I for truth, the two are one; We brethren are," he said. And so, as kinsmen met a night, We talked between the rooms, Until the moss had reached our lips, And covered up our names.

What's so noble about being dead?

If I die, what a beautiful death.

Death is never sweet, not even if it is suffered for the highest ideal.

She could never be a saint, but she thought she could be a martyr if they killed her quick.

The man who lives without conflict, who lives with beauty and love, is not frightened of death because to love is to die.