David Gemmell book Legend
Source: Drenai series, Legend, Pt 1: Against the Horde, Ch. 29
Source: Sea Without a Shore (1996), Chapter 6 (p. 73)
David Gemmell book Legend
Source: Drenai series, Legend, Pt 1: Against the Horde, Ch. 29
Algernon Charles Swinburne book Poems and Ballads
Poems and Ballads (1866-89), The Triumph of Time
Context: p>I had grown pure as the dawn and the dew,
You had grown strong as the sun or the sea.
But none shall triumph a whole life through:
For death is one, and the fates are three.
At the door of life, by the gate of breath,
There are worse things waiting for men than death;
Death could not sever my soul and you,
As these have severed your soul from me.You have chosen and clung to the chance they sent you,
Life sweet as perfume and pure as prayer.
But will it not one day in heaven repent you?
Will they solace you wholly, the days that were?
Will you lift up your eyes between sadness and bliss,
Meet mine, and see where the great love is,
And tremble and turn and be changed? Content you;
The gate is strait; I shall not be there.</p
“I wait for death… and journalists.”
Jeanne Calment (1875–1934) French supercentenarian who had the longest confirmed human life span in history
Attributed in: Charlotte A. Spencer. Genes, Aging and Immortality. Pearson Prentice Hall, 2005. p. 6; In response to growing interest by media
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850–1919) American author and poet
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Poetry quotes, New Thought Pastels (1913)
“Death waits for no man - and if he does, he doesn't usually wait for very long.”
Markus Zusak book The Book Thief
Source: The Book Thief
Joseph Addison (1672–1719) politician, writer and playwright
This appears as an anonymous proverb in Frank Leslie's Sunday Magazine Vol. XIII, (January - June 1883) edited by T. De Witt Talmage, and apparently only in recent years has it become attributed to Addison.
Disputed
“But old Death, who can't forget,
Waits his time and watches yet,
Waits and watches by the door.”
Robert Graves (1895–1985) English poet and novelist
"The Cottage".
Fairies and Fusiliers (1917)
Context: Through the window I can see
Rooks above the cherry-tree,
Sparrows in the violet bed,
Bramble-bush and bumble-bee,
And old red bracken smoulders still
Among boulders on the hill,
Far too bright to seem quite dead.
But old Death, who can't forget,
Waits his time and watches yet,
Waits and watches by the door.
Gottfried de Purucker (1874–1942) Author, Theosophist
The Masters and the Path of Occultism (1939)