Quotes About Death

The way I see it, being dead is not terribly far off from being on a cruise ship. Most of your time is spent lying on your back. The brain has shut down. The flesh begins to soften. Nothing much new happens, and nothing is expected of you.

Life contains these things: leakage and wickage and discharge, pus and snot and slime and gleet. We are biology. We are reminded of this at the beginning and the end, at birth and at death. In between we do what we can to forget.

You are a person and then you cease to be a person, and a cadaver takes your place.

Many people will find this book disrespectful. There is nothing amusing about being dead, they will say. Ah, but there is.

The idea of a secret that will be revealed always results in one of two scenarios: death and destruction, or self-discovery and recovery beyond our wildest dreams of unification. And in the greatest of sagas, both at the same time.

Death is always terrible—no one need be ashamed to fear it. How we bear it depends much upon our constitutions. I have seen some brave men, who have smiled at the cruelest amputation, die trembling like children; while others, whose lives have been spent in avoidance of the least danger or trouble, have drawn to their last painful breath like heroes, striking at their foe to the last, robbing him of his victory, and making their death a triumph.

For a long time I believed the opposite of passion was death. I was wrong. Passion and death are implicit, one in the other. Past the border of a fiery life lies the netherworld. I can trace this road, which took me through places so hot the very air burned the lungs. I did not turn back. I pressed on, and eventually passed over the border, beyond which lies a place that is wordless and cold, so cold that it, like mercury, burns a freezing blue flame.

I have not lost my fascination with death. I have not become a noticeably less intense person. I have not, nor will I ever, completely lose the longing for that something, that thing that I believe will fill an emptiness inside me. I do believe that the emptiness was made greater by the things that I did to myself.

We were at another funeral party. I wasn't sure who had died this time, but it was a suicide, and upsetting because it was completely out of season. No on killed themselves in summertime. It was rude.

the elements of myself that not so much want to die, but are afraid to live.

It is hard to lose the people we love ,but feeling sorry they died is selfish.Dying is going heaven home to God we know your papa is in heaven with our Lady and Jesus.Let us try to be happy for him.

At least, when it comes, the black night of death will not frighten a creature still blind from being born. That is some comfort, is it not?

When one existentially awakens from within, the relation of birth-and-death is not seen as a sequential change from the former to the latter. Rather, living as it is, is no more than dying, and at the same time there is no living separate from dying. This means that life itself is death and death itself is life. That is, we do not shift sequentially from birth to death, but undergo living-dying in each and every moment.

Buddhism's aim is not immortality and eternal life through a resurrection that conquers death, but the unborn and the undying state of nirvana realized directly in and through living-and-dying by liberation from living-and-dying itself.

Buddhist nirvana ... is based on egolessness and is not anthropocentric but rather cosmological. In Buddhism, humans and the things of the universe are equally subject to change, equally subject to transitoriness or transmigration. A person cannot achieve emancipation from the cycle of birth and death until he or she can eliminate a more universal problem: the transience common to all things in the universe.

When life is lived as a living-and-dying in the primordial, nonsubstantial nothingness, one realizes that life is bottomlessly life and death is bottomlessly death. Life does not change into death, and death does not take away life.

To realize life as absolute is to be existentially amancipated from life itself in that very realization, which understands that life is not life. The same applies to death.

Although it is our hope to overcome death by the power of life and it is an ethical imperative to conquer evil by the power of good, whether it is possible in actual human life is another question.

Bedenkt: Den eignen Tod, den stirbt man nur; doch mit dem Tod der andern muss man leben.

Some studies actually showed that that Russian drinkers lived longer than non-drinkers. [Michelle Parsons] suggested an explanation for the apparent vodka paradox: for what it is worth, alcohol may help people adapt to realities that otherwise make them want to curl up and die. Parsons, who called her book "Dying Unneeded", argued that Russians were dying early because they had nothing and no one to live for.

The ancient Epicureans observed that, since we are all made of particles and we observe no sentience after death, fear-based religion is unnecessary and people should focus on living well. After we die, the particles in our bodies return to nature and are recycled into other bodies. There are important ethical repercussions once we accept that we get only one life.

El gigante me dijo que los libros eran instrumentos para luchar contra la noche" "Un sueño roto bien pegado puede volverse aún más bello y sólido" "Porque aunque la muerte te quite el tacto y el aparato digestivo entre otras cosas, la memoria permanece intacta. Los muertos se acuerdan muy bien de lo que podían sentir cuando vivían

Je vais vous dire quelque chose au sujet des histoires. Elles ne sont pas qu'un amusement, ne vous y trompez pas. Elles sont tout ce que nous savons, voyez-vous, tout ce que nous savons pour combattre la maladie et la mort. Vous n'avez rien si vous n'avez pas les histoires. ( Leslie M. Silko)

Tengo que resucitar imperiosamente antes de morir.