Quotes About Death

Once He delivered up His Spirit in death; Then He will be alive forevermore. Once He was laid in a tomb; Then He will sit on a throne.

We think we are in the land of the living going to the land of the dying. But really we are in the land of the dying, going to the land of the living.

Self-sacrifice ends in pain and death. It is rational selfishness that leads to health, happiness, love, and trust.

Mother Teresa, and she once told me that "death is part of the achievement of life.

Visions, Trips, and Crowded Rooms: Who and What You See Before You Die.

the death of Christ, commemorated in the Lords Supper, is the point in which the leading doctrines of redemption concentrate their rays, & where they shine with united lustre.- Dr. Mason, via David King, in The Lord's Supper

Are you a vegetarian?' I ask, based on the evidence in front of me. She nods. 'Why?' 'Because I have this theory that when we die, every animal that we've eaten has a chance at eating us back. So if you're a carnivore and you add up all the animals you've eaten--well, that's a long time in purgatory, being chewed.' 'Really?' She laughs. 'No. I'm just sick of the question. I mean, I'm a vegetarian because I think it's wrong to eat other sentient creatures. And it sucks for the environment.

As if when someone close to us dies, we momentarily trade places with them, in the moment right before. And as we get over it, we're really living their life in reverse, from death to life, from sickness to health.

tiny: did someone die? me: yeah, i did. he smiles again at that. tiny: well, then... welcome to the afterlife.

every morning i pray that the school bus will crash and we'll all die in a fiery wreck. then my mom will be able to sue the school bus company for never making school buses with seat belts, and she'll be able to get more money for my tragic death than i would've ever made in my tragic life. unless the lawyers from the school bus company can prove to the jury that i was guaranteed to be a fuckup. then they'd get away with buying my mom a used ford fiesta and call it even.

That's the question, isn't it? you said one night. Does death bring freedom, or is it the end of freedom?

Death is hard, and facing death is painful. But even more painful is the feeling that no one cares. To not have a friend in the world. Some of us died surrounded by loved ones. Some of us had loved ones who couldn't make it in time, who were too far away or just off getting some sleep. But there are also those us us who can tell you what it's like to have no one who you love, no one who loves you. It is very hard to stay alive just for your own sake.

But death is not freedom. For a moment, it can look like freedom. But then it's death. Anything. Something. Nothing.

From behind the wheel, I learn the difference between a eulogy and an elegy, and discover which is more vital, in life and in death.

Dead is dead. For whatever reason. And in choice between life and death, there is no other choice.

El silencio equivale a la muerte", solíamos decir. Y por debajo de eso estaría la suposición –el miedo– de que la muerte equivalía al silencio.

We were once the ones who were living, and then we were the ones who were dying. We sewed ourselves, a thread's width, into your history.

When the heart stops, you die. Love is everywhere that life is, and if there is no love for life, you die. Giving up on love is the same thing as giving up on life itself.

Just when we stopped wanting to kill ourselves, we started to die.

It was an exquisite irony: Just when we stopped wanting to kill ourselves, we started to die. Just when we were feeling strenght, it was taken from us.

It was an exquisite irony: Just when we stopped wanting to kill ourselves, we started to die. Just when we were feeling strength, it was taken from us. This

Some of us loved. Some of us couldn't. Some of us were loved. Some of us weren't. Some of us never understood what the fuss was about. Some of us wanted it so badly that we died trying. Some of us swear we died of heartbreak, not AIDS.

Silence equals death, we'd say. And underneath that would be the assumption—the fear—that death equaled silence.

You expect death to bring some new form of punctuation, but there it is: one small gasp. Period.