Quotes About Death

There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.

But soon we shall die and all memory of those five will have left the earth, and we ourselves shall be loved for a while and forgotten. But the love will have been enough; all those impulses of love return to the love that made them. Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.

There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, only survival, the only meaning

All these tears shed in the world, where do they go? If one could capture all of them, they could water the parched. Then perhaps these tears would have value and all this grief would have some meaning. Otherwise, it was all a waste, just an endless cycle of birth and death; of love and loss.

All the tears shed in the world, where do they go? she wondered. If one could capture all of them, they could water the parched, drought-stricken fields in Gopal's village and beyond. Then perhaps these tears would have value and all this grief would have some meaning. Otherwise, it was all a waste, just an endless cycle of birth and death; of love and loss

She is tired of it all—tired of this endless cycle of death and birth, tired of investing any hope in the next generation, tired and frightened of finding more human beings to love, knowing full well that every person she loves will someday wound her, hurt her, break her heart with their deceit, their treachery, their fallibility, their sheer humanity

Maybe when people die, they become a spec in the eye of God. Maybe it Abdul to who I must pray. Maybe he can do in death what he couldn't do in life. Save me from the devils I must face in court.

a dozen funeral pyres were ablaze at the same time. Black smoke the color of despair rose from those pyres.

I am not ascare to die. I am only ascare that after death I be alone. Maybe because of suicide, I go to the hell? If hell all hot and crowded and noiseful, like Christian minister on TV say, then I not care because it will be just like India. But if hell cold and quiet, with lot of snow and leaf-empty trees, and people who smile with string-thin lips, then I ascare. Because it seems so much like my life in Am'rica.

extreme loneliness is twice as likely to cause death among the elderly as obesity or high blood pressure. Those who had reported being lonely had a 14 percent greater risk of dying.

Since I am ignorant, please care for me in the best way possible." Make the following supplication as well: If being sick is best, please make me ill; If being cured is best, please restore my health; If being dead is best, please make me die; If long life is best, please prolong my life; If shorter life is best, please shorten my life. May all enjoy the fortune of enlightenment.222

Because of multiple aspirations, I have defied the tragic tale of suffering And have taken instructions to subdue self-grasping; Now, even if I die, I have no remorse.

and die while in that mindstate.

He is not dead who departs from life with a high and noble fame; but he is dead, even while living, whose brow is branded with infamy.

He is not dead who departs this life with high fame; dead is he, though living, whose brow is branded with infamy.

Committing suicide so as not to be murdered is the worst reason I've ever heard of to die.

You know what I was thinking about on my way home? How different my life would be if you'd made that gash a little deeper. Or how different yours would be if I'd vaulted myself off a roof nine years ago. Do you ever think about things like that? Like, if either you or I wouldn't have made it, where would the other one be right now? It was something I thought about all the time: how death changes every remaining moment for those still living.

It was something I thought about all the time: how death changes every remaining moment for those still living.

The last time I ever saw Jeff alive, he gave me a gift - an hourglass. And it took over two decades later for the symbolism to finally dawn on me: an hourglass, gifted from a young man with one foot planted in the next world. His time was running out. Even the hourglass he gifted me appeared to have been stolen - I imagine from the desktop of one of the school classrooms he was hired to clean. Not borrowed time but stolen.

I'm a pretty solid Christian. But even as an altar boy, I was always asking the bigger questions--you know: if God is, in fact, good, what is all this death I see? And if God is gentle, what is all this suffering I see? I've found some of the answers in Eastern religion. It explained my Christianity to me. Good and evil are the same thing. You can't have one without the other. It's the balance, it's the temperance of things.

They took a baseball bat and whacked open his head. Mummy Boy fell to the ground; he finally was dead. Inside of his head were no candy or prizes, just a few stray beetles of various sizes.

Is he dead?" "Not sure," said Serge, "but blood from the ears rarely precedes a big dance number.

And for those playing along at home, we have a new number one for the oxymoron files: death benefits.

Birth is not the beginning of life — only of an individual awareness. Change into another state is not death — only the ending of this awareness.