Quotes About Death

No less reassuring is what Cardinal Hosius says: "Although in Holy Mass we do not crucify Christ afresh, yet we make ourselves partakers in His death as much as if this were the case. In the Sacrifice of the Cross His death was with shedding of blood; in the Sacrifice of the Mass His death is bloodless and mystical, yet it produces the same fruit as the Sacrifice of Blood, just as if the latter were now being carried on.

There is no greater, no more important art upon earth than the art of dying a good death. Upon this thy whole eternity depends; an eternity of surpassing felicity or of unutterable torment.

Wherefore, O Christian, accept your destiny cheerfully, and form a steadfast resolution to bear unmurmuringly the bitterness of death. For it is a great merit to yield up one's life the life every man loves so well and submit with a ready and willing mind to the pangs of death.

Be not deceived, God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap Galatians 6:7 For the wages of sin is death Romans 6:23

Nothing begins, and nothing ends That is not paid with moan; For we are born in other's pain, And perish in our own.' Francis Thompson ('Daisy', 1913), 1859-1907 'Oh! how many torments lie in the small circle of a wedding ring.' Colley Cibber (The Double Gallant, 1707), 1671-1757

She already looked dead and Eileen knew that it couldn't be long before she went. But even though she knew it would be a happy release for her mother, the thought of her never being there ever again was terrifying. She depended on her so much, needed her so desperately that even though she knew it was selfish, she prayed her mother pulled through as she had before.

Each man, when he dies, sees the landscape of his own soul.

If untimely death came only those who deserved that fate, Keturah, where would choice be? No one would do good for its own sake, but only to avoid an early demise. No one would speak out against evil because of his own courageous soul, but only to live another day. The right to choose is man's great gift, but one thing is not his to choose--the time and means of death.

It is life that hurts you not death.

You have no dower," he said. "Live, Keturah. Go home." "But I do have a dower," I said plainly. "This is my dower, Lord Death; the crown of flowers I will never wear at my wedding." He knelt on one knee before me. "The little house I would have had of my own, to furnish and clean. That, too, is part of my dower." "I will give you the world for your footstool," he said. "And most precious of all, I give you the wee baby I will never hold in my arms.

His [Death] voice is cold at first, John. It seems unfeeling. But if you listen without fear, you find that when he speaks, the most ordinary words become poetry. When he stands close to you, your life becomes a song, a praise. When he touches you, your smallest talents become gold; the most ordinary loves break your heart with their beauty.

There is no hell, John Temsland. Each man, when he dies, sees the landscape of his own soul.

When it is winter and we must walk in the blizzard snow do not our fingers and toes whisper death And when winter is at last over. . .can we not hear our bellies whisper death to us In the dark don't we know And when we are paralyzed by nightmares We know what you are. With our first cries we rail against you. We see you in every drop of blood in every tear.

In the fall, she knew it was Death who sweetened the apples.

I was halfway between my home and the cookhouse when a mist of cloud began to creep across the early-risen moon. It darkened the ground enough that I did not see a small depression, and I stumbled. Immedietly I was steadied by some force I could not see, and then, as if the coming night clotted into a visible personage, I perceived that Lord Death was beside me.

There is no hell… each man, when he dies, sees the landscape of his own soul.

One is greater than death, Grandmother said, and that is life. For life will be, and work as he may, death must bow in the end to life. When death came for my daughter, life gave me you to comfort my heart.

Tell me what it is like to die," I answered. He dismounted from his horse, looking at me strangely the whole while. "You experience something similar every day," he said softly. "It is as familiar to you as bread and butter." "Yes," I said. "It is like every night when I fall asleep." "No. It is like every morning when you wake up.

In the impermanence of life, it was impossible to accept the foreverness of death.

You gotta be there. So let me kill you and get on with it. I mean, everyone gets to kill a Robin eventually. And today it's my turn.

In this world there is good and evil, but the good of the world is not really good and the evil of the world is not really evil. After this world there is evil that is really evil: this is called the middle. The middle is death.

Such unity and completeness of humankind was lost, the Gospel of Philip declares, in the separation of Adam and Eve. Originally Adam was androgynous, but the fall from primordial oneness allowed humankind to slip into mortality and death. The Gospel of Philip states, "If the female had not separated from the male, the female and the male would not have died. The separation of male and female was the beginning of death.

The spirit animates the soul but the body kills it. The soul kills itself.

we all live and die .. but not all of us die to live!