Quotes About Death

Och han är död, jag förstår nästan betydelsen av dessa ljud: Barnet är dött. Jag erkänner att dessa ord rymmer en sanning. Han är död. Han är död. Men hans död, hans död är inte död.

He had seen the insides of jaggedly ripped-open dead people. He knew, for instance, what brains looked like spilling out of somebody's head. In the context of this, much of what went on in normal life seemed wholly and disturbingly ridiculous.

Jung is quick to point out that the only [such death and rebirth] "initiation process" that is still alive and practiced today in the West is the analysis of the unconscious as used by doctors for therapeutic purposes.78

Lao Tzu's wisdom: If you stay in the center and embrace death with your whole heart, you will endure forever.111 He holds nothing back from life; therefore he is ready for death, as a man is ready for sleep after a good day's work.112 Seeing into darkness is clarity. Knowing how to yield is strength. Use your own light and return to the source of light. This is called practicing eternity. 113

The life of the spirit comes from the prior death of the mind. If people kill the mind, the original comes alive. Killing the mind does not mean quietism, it means undivided concentration.29

Foster golf club and cemetery - Only one stroke away from each other...

Creation destroys as it goes, throws down one tree for the rise of another. But ideal mankind would abolish death, multiply itself million upon million, rear up city upon city, save every parasite alive, until the accumulation of mere existence is swollen to a horror.

Death is the only pure, beautiful conclusion of a great passion.

The human consciousness is really homogeneous. There is no complete forgetting, even in death.

Nothing endears so much a friend as sorrow for his death. The pleasure of his company has not so powerful an influence.

When suicide is out of fashion we conclude that none but madmen destroy themselves; and all the efforts of courage appear chimerical to dastardly minds ... Nevertheless, how many instances are there, well attested, of men, in every other respect perfectly discreet, who, without remorse, rage, or despair, have quitted life for no other reason than because it was a burden to them, and have died with more composure than they lived?

Death is no cure for ignorance.

I am dreaming of the funeral of the world, watching it go by carried in an urn reduced to ashes and followed by a horde of mourners, a million abreast, across the broadest lands and all chanting together: We are dead, we have killed ourselves. We are beyond rescue. What you see is not us but your thoughts of us, and I who am observing in terror of it being true hope not to have to wake up, so that I may let myself discount it as a dream.

We are born in debt, owing the world a death. This is the shadow that darkens every cradle. Trauma is what happens when you catch a surprise glimpse of that darkness, the coming annihilation not only of the body and the mind but also, seemingly, of the world.

If you have been born only once, you will have to die twice. But if you have been born twice, you will have to die only once (and you may even escape that one death if Jesus returns to the earth during your lifetime).

I did wonder what happened when we died, though, and I'd wondered about it for most of my life. Thinking that nothing happened, that there was absolutely nothing following all of this pain, seemed just as silly as magic. No, there had to be something.

There is a sadness that only hunters know, a moment when lament overshadows any desire for celebration. Life is sustained by death, and though going to the field is an act of taking responsibility for that fact, the killing is not easy, nor should it be.

In Conservatory of Death we see modern culture tired and kicking at the end of a rope. It is perhaps the first "deathpunk" novel.

The will to save a life is not the power to stop a death.

A loved one's death is permanent, and that is so heartbreaking. But I believe your loss of hope can be temporary. Until you can find it, I'll hold it for you. I have hope for you. I don't want to invalidate your feelings as they are, but I also don't want to give death any more power than it already has. Death ends a life, but not our relationship, our love, or our hope.

While death may look like a loss to the living, the last hours of a dying person may very well be filled with fullness rather than emptiness.

Isn't that just like a human? Even in the face of overwhelming evidence, and the experience of the billions who came before us, it's still hard to get our heads around the idea that we are going to die.

No harm," he said as he danced on, cutting the air. Only now, the snowflakes began to bleed as he cut them. Battle of white and scarlet... "Oto-san, what can I do?" I wept in the dream, my tears freezing to my cheeks. "Dance," he said, his face still and calm, his blade whistling through the air. Blood flew from the tip of the sword, painting characters of death and disaster across the white ground. Dancing.

Alors, ce que je dis, c'est que le cancer, c'est rien, Rakel. Tu vas mourir de honte aussi, et je te promets que ce sera pire que tout. Je veillerai personnellement à ce que toutes les saloperies que t'as faites soient étalées au grand jour, et que ce soit là tout le souvenir que tu laisseras. Tu vas crever dans ta propre merde.