Quotes
A person doesn't die when he should but when he can.
p. 292
Death never takes the wise man by surprise, he is always ready to go.
Buried deep in sleep,
peaceful, sweet, like the peace of death itself.
Just before the entrance, even within the very jaws of Hell, Grief and avenging Cares have made their bed; there pale Diseases dwell, and sad Age, and Fear, and ill-counselling Famine, and loathly Want, shapes terrible to view; and Death and Distress; next, Death's own brother Sleep.
He lacks not much that lacks a grave.
Is it then so sad a thing to die?
Every man's last day is fixed.
Lifetimes are brief and not to be regained,
For all mankind. But by their deeds to make
Their fame last: that is labor for the brave.
I have lived
and journeyed through the course assigned by fortune.
And now my Shade will pass, illustrious,
beneath the earth.
It is nothing to die; it is horrible not to live.
Death is a good arrangement. God knows better than we do what we need. That you are happy, that Monsieur Pontmercy has Cosette, that youth espouses morning, that there are about you, my children, lilacs and nightingales, that your life is a beautiful lawn in the sunshine, that all the enchantments of heaven fill your souls, and now, that I who am good for nothing, that I die; surely all this is well. Look you, be reasonable, there is nothing else possible now, I am sure that it is all over.
He sleeps. Although his fate was very strange,
He lived. He died when he had no longer his angel.
The thing came to pass simply,
Of itself, as the night comes when day is gone.
When we are at the end of life, to die means to go away; when we are at the beginning, to go away means to die.
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