Quotes About Death

Dying without actually fully living, without waking up to our lives while we have the chance, is an ongoing and significant risk.

More simply, regard everything as a dream. Life is a dream. Death is also a dream, for that matter; waking is a dream and sleeping is a dream. Another way to put this is, "Every situation is a passing memory.

Wisdom is a fluid process, not something concrete that can be added up or measured. The warrior-bodhisattva trains with the attitude that everything is a dream. Life is a dream; death is a dream; waking is a dream; sleeping is a dream. This dream is the direct immediacy of our experience. Trying to hold on to any of it by buying our story line only blocks our wisdom.

Relaxing with the present moment, relaxing with hopelessness, relaxing with death, not resisting the fact that things end, that things pass, that things have no lasting substance, that everything is changing

The most helpful alternative is to look objectively at what is happening and try to learn something from it, something that will enable us to see clearly how to proceed. This way of working with our propensities in our daily life will definitely pay off when we die. Before death, when actually dying, and beyond that, people predictably experience a wide range of strong emotions, and how we relate to them is important.

Death and hopelessness provide proper motivation—proper motivation for living an insightful, compassionate life.

The teachings say that when we die, we experience it as waking up from a very long dream. When I heard this teaching, I remembered my friend's nightmares. It struck me right then that if all this is really a dream, I might as well spend it trying to look at what scares me instead of running away.

seeking security or perfection, rejoicing in feeling confirmed and whole, self-contained and comfortable, is some kind of death. it doesn't have any fresh air. there's no room for something to come in and interrupt all that. we are killing the moment by controlling our experience.

Run over, thought Charlotte. Knocked down by one of those manic cyclists. It dies hard, maternal anxiety. In fact, it doesn't die at all. A life sentence. Well

There is no healing without hope. Despair is life's direst enemy. Despair is living death.

Today in the United States, corpses that are unclaimed or unidentified or that no family member or friend can afford to bury are generally buried in mass graves. In Chicago, Illinois, they are buried in groups of about thirty-five in a memorial park. In New York City they are ferried to Hart Island for burial in a mass grave. These free burial sites are typically known as potter's fields.

In life there is nothing more than life, in death nothing more than death: we are being born and dying at every moment.

Equally appalling was the death rate from such bacterial infections; at least 40 percent of amputees died from so-called hospital disease. In army hospitals that number approached 70 percent.

As the Houses tumbled upon the Streets with a great roaring Noise, they cryed out We are undone! We are great Sinners! and the like: and yet as soon as the Danger was passed, they came back with their: Hey ho the Devil is Dead! Eat, drink, and go merry to Bed! Thus the Sick confesse to their Contagion only when they are like to Die of it, even tho' they carry their Death with them every where.

And when the Duke of Alva ordered three hundred Citizens to be put to Death together at Antwerp, a Lady who saw the Sight was presently afterwards deliver'd of a Child without a Head. So lives the Power of Imagination even in this Rationall Age.

Hawksmoor had often noticed how, in the moments when he first carne upon a corpse, all the objects around it wavered for an instant and became unreal- the trees which rose above a body hidden in woodland, the movement of the river which had washed a body onto its banks, the cars or hedges in a suburban street where a murderer had left a victim, all of these things seemed at such times to be suddenly drained of meaning like an hallucination.

I believe now that there can be no real sense of loss or seperation without the recognition of death; we were too young to consider any such eventuality, and simply moved on with our lives into some indefinite but illimitable future.

50 per cent of the people died before the age of thirty, and 90 per cent before the age of fifty.

A woman is a deep Ditch, said he, her House inclines to Death and her Paths unto the Devil

one of the few advantages man has over other animals is the ability to choose the way to bring on his own death. Food may well kill me, but it's also what has made life such a pleasure.

Some kind of personal crisis (the loss of a job, the experience of racism, moral outrage caused by the way Muslims were being treated in international conflicts, or the death of a close family member) provided a "cognitive opening" for a turn to Salafi beliefs

If I die before he does, or he before me, eventually we both end up in the same place. That's the odd thing about life. No one gets out alive.

Well over a decade before he (Freud) assigned to aggression a stature equal in dignity, perhaps superior in power, to the libido, he divided what he called "tendentious jokes", those with a point to make beyond sheer verbal felicity, into two categories: obscene and hostile . Here was, in embryo, the structural theory of the 1920s, a theory that treated the mind as a battleground between the forces of love and aggression, or, in his more grandiose formulation, of life and death.

The thing that eventually strikes you about the death of someone you love is the permanence. When that hits, there is an overpowering sense of loneliness and aloneness. Those wounds do not remain raw, not forever, but they do remain.