Sweet Death Quotes

• The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation.

  Hermann Hesse

  Sympathy, Death, Sweet

  Hermann Hesse (2013). “Hermann Hesse: A Pictorial Biography”, p.218, Macmillan

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• Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.

  Washington Irving

  Friendship, Inspiring, Goodbye

  Washington Irving, William Irving (1824). “Salmagundi”, p.151

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• But death was sweet, death was gentle, death was kind; death healed the bruised spirit and the broken heart, and gave them rest and forgetfulness; death was man’s best friend; when man could endure life no longer, death came and set him free.

  Mark Twain

  Sweet, Heart, Men

  Mark Twain (1973). “What Is Man? and Other Philosophical Writings”, p.443, Univ of California Press

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• The gods conceal from men the happiness of death, that they may endure life

  Lucan

  Sympathy, Death, Men

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• If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Love, Friendship, Romantic

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• Sweet death, small son, our instrument
  Of immortality,
  Your cries and hungers document
  Our bodily decay.

  Donald Hall

  Sweet, Son, Decay

  Donald Hall (1990). “Old and New Poems”, p.19, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

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• Day's lustrous eyes grow heavy in sweet death.

  Friedrich Schiller

  Death, Sweet, Eye

  Friedrich Schiller (1844). “Sammlung”, p.15

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• I grew up in Winnipeg, in the Canadian midwest, the fifth child. It was a great household to grow up in - I was loved to sweet death.

  Len Cariou

  Sweet, Children, Growing Up

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• Now I felt the long-forgotten urgency of lovemaking, when it seems one's human selves leave, to be replaced by hungry beasts bolting their food. Gone are the civilized beings who talk of manners and journeys and letters; in their places are two bodies straining to give birth to a burst of inhuman pleasure followed by a great, floating nothingness. An explosion of life followed by death - in this we live, and in this we foreshadow our own sweet deaths.

  Margaret George

  Sweet, Journey, Self

  Margaret George (2011). “The Memoirs of Cleopatra”, p.262, Pan Macmillan

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• The city is loveliest when the sweet death racket begins. Her own life lived in defiance of nature, her electricity, her frigidaires, her soundproof walls, the glint of lacquered nails, the plumes that wave across the corrugated sky. Here in the coffin depths grow the everlasting flowers sent by telegraph.

  Henry Miller

  Love, Sweet, Wall

  Henry Miller (1963). “Black spring”, Grove Pr

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