Quotes About Death

If the radiance of a thousand suns Were to burst at once into the sky That would be like the splendour of the Mighty One... I am become Death, The shatterer of worlds. [ Quoted from the Bhagavad Gita after the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki .]

Life and death are of supreme importance. Time swiftly passes by and opportunity is lost. Each of us should strive to awaken. Awaken! Take heed, do not squander your life.

There is a simple way to become buddha: When you refrain from unwholesome actions, are not attached to birth and death, and are compassionate toward all sentient beings, respectful to seniors and kind to juniors, not excluding or desiring anything, with no designing thoughts or worries, you will be called a buddha. Do not seek anything else.

Stories of life and death, the seventh wonder of life, were common around the world.

Marianna has always suspected that her lady mother, in the far-off past, when she was very young and full of imagination, deliberately chose to become lifeless so that she would never have to die.

In the last analysis, it is our conception of death which decides our answers to all the questions that life puts to us.

I believe that we should die with decency so that at least decency will survive.

Fatigue dulls the pain, but awakes enticing thoughts of death. So! that is the way in which you are tempted to overcome your loneliness -- by making the ultimate escape from life. -- No! It may be that death is to be your ultimate gift to life: it must not be an act of treachery against it.

I'm still staring at that irritating NVA flag flapping in a wet breeze that blows over the river when the lull ends as it usually does in Hue. People resume dying.

There is the striking chapter on "The Five Deaths of the Faith" near the end of The Everlasting Man, arguably Chesterton's masterpiece, in which he declares that "Christianity has died many times and risen again; for it had a God who knew the way out of the grave.

death does not. Once death exists, I will not. Why should I fear something I will never experience?

she thought that sometimes you walk right into language as though it's a chair out of place in a dark room: a word, an expression you live with all your life can become suddenly, completely unfamiliar. That night Beatrice stumbled over death, but it was dark, and she was tired, and she believed that she had stumbled across love.

There is a remedy for everything but death.

Bill Harper was a lucky guy. Bill Harper had got Diane and then he had been killed.

There ought to be at least as much common sense about living and dying as there is about going to the grocery store and buying a loaf of bread.

Silence. What's this what's this oh my god can a men ever get lower can a man ever be less? Weariness and gasping convulsive exhaustion. All life dead all life wasted and becoming nothing less than nothing only the germ of nothing. A kind of sickness that comes from shame. A weakness like dying weakness and faintness and a prayer. God give me rest take me away hide me let me die oh god how weary how much already dead how much gone and going oh god hide me and give me peace.

You're dead mister and you died for nothing. You're dead mister. Dead.

There's nothing noble about dying. Not even if you die for honor. Not even if you die the greatest hero the world ever saw. Not even if you're so great your name will never be forgotten and who's that great? The most important thing is your life little guys. You're worth nothing dead except for speeches.

Nobody but the dead know whether all these things people talk about are worth dying for or not. And the dead can't talk. So the words about noble deaths and sacred blood and honor and such are all put into dead lips by grave robbers and fakes who have no right to speak for the dead.

Nobody but the dead know whether all these things people talk about are worth dying for or not.

Time presses. Death waits even for us. We have a dream to pursue, the whitest white hope of them all, and we must follow and find it before the light fails. So long, losers. God bless. Take care. We'll be seeing you.

How does a bird feel when it dies? A fish, a bug...the infinite worm? I think it weeps.

Death is sleep without knowledge of the pleasure of life.

Four maybe five million men killed and none of them wanting to die while hundreds maybe thousands were left crazy or blind or crippled and couldn't die no matter how hard they tried.