Emily Dickinson Quotes

Death is one dream out of another flowing.

Death is perfectly safe. (55)

Death is the quiet haven of us all.

The people who pretend that dying is rather like strolling into the next room always leave me unconvinced. Death, like birth, must be a tremendous event.

What is death, after all? We leave only mortals behind us.

At my door the Pale Horse stands to carry me to unknown lands.

Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.

I g-g-guess...I'm dead?" she heard her own voice call out, strangely high-pitched and thin. For a long time, she heard nothing else. And then: "Hi, Dead. I'm Dan.

Pity that the only way to paradise is in a hearse.

"Death," said Akiva. His life was leaving him fast now that he no longer held his wound. His eyes just wanted to drift closed. "I'm ready." "Well, I'm not. I hear it's dull, being dead." She said it lightly, amused, and he peered up at her. Had she just made a joke? She smiled. Smiled. He did, too. Amazed, he felt it happening, as if her smile had triggered a reflex in him. "Dull sounds nice," he said, letting his eyes flutter closed. "Maybe I can catch up on my reading."

Why do people want to pretend that death is sleep? It isn't. It isn't.

Death, that final evil, is one of the paths to eternity. Endless life in the conditions of our existence would be a nightmare.

With the dead there is no rivalry, with the dead there is no change.

Build then the ship of death, for you must take the longest journey, to oblivion.

The great majority gave no signs one way or the other; like birth, their death was a sleep and a forgetting.

But death is not freedom. For a moment, it can look like freedom. But then it's death. Anything. Something. Nothing.

Even death has a heart.

I don't fear death, it must be like a long sleep.

Death either destroys or unhusks us. If it means liberation, better things await us when our burden s gone: if destruction, nothing at all awaits us; blessings and curses are abolished.

Death is the end of every worldly pain.

As a kid, death seemed boring to me. As an adult, I think that it seems more like a waste of everything. Somebody once said every time a professor dies, a library burns.