Ovid Quotes About Death

Quotes about: Death

• Nothing retains its form; new shapes from old. Nature, the great inventor, ceaselessly contrives. In all creation, be assured, there is no death - no death, but only change and innovation; what we men call birth is but a different new beginning; death is but to cease to be the same. Perhaps this may have moved to that, and that to this, yet still the sum of things remains the same.

  Ovid

  Death, New Beginnings, Men

  Ovid,, A. D. Melville, E. J. Kenney (2008). “Metamorphoses”, p.359, Oxford University Press

• What we call birth
  Is but a beginning to be something else
  Than what we were before; and when we cease
  To be that something, then we call it death.

  Ovid

  Death, Birth, Cease

• We are all bound thither; we are hastening to the same common goal. Black death calls all things under the sway of its laws.
  [Lat., Tendimus huc omnes; metam properamus ad unam. Omnia sub leges mors vocat atra suas.]

  Ovid

  Death, Law, Goal

• Envy feeds on the living, after death it rests, then the honor of a man protects him.

  Ovid

  Death, Men, Envy

• Thus all things altered. Nothing dies. And here and there the unbodied spirit flies.

  Ovid

  Death, Here And There, Spirit

• An evil life is a kind of death.

  Ovid

  Life, Death, Evil

• O fool, what else is sleep but chill death's likeness?

  Ovid

  Death, Sleep, Fool

• Tis on the living Envy feeds. She silent grows
  When, after death, man's honor is his guard.
  So I, when on the pyre consumed I lie,
  Shall live, for all that's noblest will survive.

  Ovid

  Death, Lying, Men

• Wherever I look there is nothing but the image of death.

  Ovid

  Death, Looks

• Man's last day must ever be awaited and none to be
  counted happy until his death, until his last funeral rites
  are paid.

  Ovid

  Death, Men, Funeral

• We beg one hour of death, that neither she
  With widow's tears may live to bury me,
  Nor weeping I, with wither'd arms, may bear
  My breathless Baucis to the sepulchre.

  Ovid

  Death, Tears, Widows

  Ovid (1836). “Ovid”, p.259

• Thou fool, what is sleep but the image of death? Fate will give an eternal rest.
  [Lat., Stulte, quid est somnus, gelidae nisi mortis imago?
  Longa quiescendi tempora fata dabunt.]

  Ovid

  Death, Sleep, Fate

• Man should ever look to his last day, and no one should be called happy before his funeral.
  [Lat., Ultima semper
  Expectanda dies homini est, dicique beatus
  Ante obitum nemo et suprema funera debet.]

  Ovid

  Death, Men, Funeral

• Death is not grievous to me, for I shall lay aside my pains by death.
  [Lat., Nec mihi mors gravis est posituro morte dolores.]

  Ovid

  Death, Pain, Lays

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