Quotes About Death

I will stay with her until it is time to close her eyelids wrap the wretched sheet around her bones.

I'm ghost, the afterlife is just a lay-up away.

And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine; A being breathing thoughtful breath; a traveler betwixt life and death.

The key to the whole problem of this ancient Mystery-Institution was given by Plutarch when he wrote: 'At the moment of death the soul experiences the same impressions as those who are initiated into the great Mysteries.' Scholars

So we see according to God's command, almond flowers blossomed on Aaron's staff representing the tribe of Levi amongst the twelve tribes who had placed their staffs; through this it proved to them that the priesthood was given to the house of Aaron by God (Numbers 17:1-10). When Aaron died at the age of 123

In the Old Testament when a sinner passed-on his sins onto a goat through the laying on of hands, those sins were passed over onto the goat, and the goat had to suffer death in order to atone for those sins instead of the sinner.

SET, OR SETH, whom the Greeks called Typhon, the nefarious demon of death and evil in Egyptian mythology, is characterised as "a strong god (a-pahuti), whose anger is to be feared.

As a rule the prisoners of the inquisition ask for death as a boon and wherever possible commit suicide; for torture made of every one a hopeless cripple unfit for either work or enjoyment of life, even though he might be released

I Hear that the Axe has Flowered I hear that the axe has flowered, I hear that the place can't be named, I hear that the bread which looks at him heals the hanged man, the bread baked for him by his wife, I hear that they call life our only refuge.

Er ruft spielt süßer den Tod der Tod ist ein Meister aus Deutschland er ruft streicht dunkler die Geigen dann steigt ihr als Rauch in die Luft dann habt ihr ein Grab in den Wolken da liegt man nicht eng

he calls out play death more sweetly Death is a master from Deutschland he calls scrape those fiddles more darkly then as smoke you'll rise in the air then you'll have a grave in the clouds there you'll lie at ease

Una palabra — vos sabés: un cadáver. Vamos a lavarla vamos a peinarla, vamos a volver su ojo hacia el cielo.

Einmal, der Tod hatte Zulauf, verbargst du dich in mir.

Von der sinkenden Walstirn les ich dich ab – du erkennst mich, der Himmel stürzt sich in die Harpune, sechsbeinig hockt unser Stern im Schaum, langsam hißt einer, der's sieht, den Trosthappen: das balzende Nichts.

The land of familiarity belongs to the dead

God will not rest from his redemptive work until he has once and for all presided over the funeral of sin and death.

It really is possible to live in a state of Advent schizophrenia, where you celebrate the birth of the Messiah while actively denying your need for his birth, life, death, and resurrection.

So your hope in life and death is never to be found in the degree of your love for God. It is only ever found in the magnitude of his love for you. This love is yours as a gift of his grace even on those days where your heart has run after other lovers. That's just how beautiful and faithful his love for you really is.

This death that I have just described is a process of daily scanning our lives to see where things still live in us that should not live, then praying for the strength to die once again. Like the death of Jesus, this death is not a defeat, but a huge and glorious victory. For everywhere you die, you will be resurrected to new life in that area. It is the continuing resurrection/transformation/liberation work of sanctifying grace. So this season, how about scanning your heart and life?

Suffering, sadness, and death are not yet no more. It is hard to live in the middle, but that is exactly where we live. We live in a world that is still sadly and terribly broken.

The thin, sharp wires strung across the valley mouth sliced through his neck and sent the blood-spurting head bouncing like a ball amongst the loose shale.

To you this is a great mystery, but for me death holds no mystery: just three corpses, the ka of which are already travelling into the Far West. I am simply here to ease their way, like a midwife at birth

God prevented Adam & Even from ETERNAL SINFULNESS by giving them the gift of death, the ability to exit this life & arrive safely in the wondrous life to come. Death, though it would appear to be man's greatest enemy, would in the end, prove to be his greatest friend. Only through can we go to God.

Death brings release & removal from all evil, every tragedy & all difficulty. Death is not an enemy.