Quotes About Death

every man must die. I do not think about it. It is what we do in life that matters.

We tend to have a limited concept of spiritual death as saying no only to things we want or covet -- our guilty pleasures and selfish ambitions. But in reality, it means dying inwardly to whatever has control over us. The thing that really controls us may not be what we want. It may be what we fear. Fear can dominate our lives just as strongly as desire.

Christianity also teaches that, amazingly, God himself entered into the human condition and experienced suffering and death by execution on a Roman cross. In doing so, God inverted death into a means of achieving new life. "By his wounds we are healed" (Isa. 53:5).

The Hebrews knew that people sometimes revive after they appear to be dead, so their tradition was to wait three days after death to make sure the person was dead—which may explain why Jesus was in the tomb for three days.)

American spiritualism, -- a movement that at its peak claimed more than a million followers -- was born out of the basic human longing for contact with a loved one lost to death.

American spiritualism -- a movement that at its peak claimed more than a million followers -- was born out of the basic human longing for contact with a loved one lost to death. but to literalists, spiritualism's true spark came in 1848 from something no more or less powerful than a bored teenage girl.

Andre had violated the international laws of war He had behaved as a common spy. Death by hanging was the usual punishment.

Andre mounted the wagon, stood on the coffin, removed his hat, ad lowered his shirt collar. 'It will be but a momentary pang,,' Dr. James Thacher heard him say. Seizing the nose, Andre brought it over his head, tied a knot under his left ear, and placed a handkerchief over his eyes.

As was done at the time of Maggie's death, scientists and individuals today are still pondering the possibility, if not the certainty, of the eternal life of the human soul. like death itself, this remains one of our greatest mysteries.

The person who fears death, will never do anything worthy of one who is alive," as Seneca says.

Philosophy is practice for dying and death," Socrates famously says in Plato's Phaedo. Seneca casts the philosophical training this way: "Wouldn't you say a person was quite stupid if he thought that a lamp was worse off after it was extinguished than before it was lighted. We too are extinguished; we too are lighted. Betweentimes is something that we feel; on either side is complete lack of concern.

He was just a sixteen-year old boy who had been killed, a kid whose photo had been in the paper, a kid who would mostly be forgotten by the time the newspaper went into the garbage-yet he was the universe, all the dying, all the crying. He was everyone who had ever died young.

Death is a grisly King; Fate is his bride. Now quaintly I've chosen To serve at their table, To dance at their wedding…

Fabulous Aunt Fancy had died on her sixtieth birthday while parachuting from an airplane.

I wouldn't think it was an easy thing to stab someone in the chest. There are the ribs to get through, and one of the roles they play is to stop damage to vital organs beneath. Her killer had known what they were doing.

The atmosphere was so dull, the cactus I brought into work died. I was certain it died of boredom.

I am no wise man. Every day shows me how little I know about life, and how wrong I can be. But there are things I know to be true. I know I will die. And I know that the only sane response to such a horror is to love.

The mountain was teaching me a hard lesson: camaraderie is a noble thing, but in the end death is an opponent each of us would face in solitude.

To a righteous man, death is like a night sleep. He suffer no where else.

I was born in a town that was straight out of a fairy tale. Many people died there, and when I walked away, I held hands with my other self. To me it seemed like we were the only two people in the world. Neither one of us possessed a real name.

I was born in a town that was straight out of a fairy tale. Many people died there, and when I walked away, I held hands with my other self. To me it seemed like we were the only two people in the world. Neither one of us possessed a real name. -Johan Liebert

How quickly people forget the taste of freedom, swapping it for this easy comfortable thing they call peace. Sleep is peaceful. Death is peaceful. Freedom is life and wakefulness.

The power has been passed from palm to palm here for three years now. And the many death-bearing hands of women have a name here: Kali, the eternal. Kali, who destroys to bring fresh growth. Kali, intoxicated by the blood of the slain. Kali, who puts out the stars with her thumb and forefinger. Terror is her name and death is her breathing in and out. Her arrival in this world has been long expected.

The closer you are to death, the more you want to live.