Quotes About Death

Superb athletes fascinate in part because they seem like proxies for ourselves in a metaphorical battle with the eternal: broken records are death-negating acts.

All major religious traditions accept that suffering and death are simply part of life. The deep radicalism of humanitarian action is its belief that people are not made to suffer.

Perhaps we become accustomed to our grief and, as it becomes increasingly familiar, increasingly part of the emotional landscape, it becomes a dullness. But there is no closure, no forgetting. One mourns those one has loved who have died until one joins them. It happens soon enough.

She thought the world a charnel house…and couldn't get enough of it. She thought herself unhappy…and wanted to live, unhappy, for as long as she possibly could.

For we are to God the aroma of Christ among those who are being saved and those who are perishing. To the one we are the smell of death; to the other, the fragrance of life. And who is equal to such a task? (2 Cor. 2:15-16).

We cannot banish dangers, but we can banish fears. We must not demean life by standing in awe of death.

They were all helpless. They didn't ask to be born and they didn't ask to die. They were made to. But why, in between, did there have to be such pain? Perhaps humankind was more amusing that way. Perhaps they provided entertainment

Their deaths didn't seem to apply to us, maybe because their deaths, like their lives, were exercises in excess. In some ways they were simply living out the music. "I'm wasted," sang the Who. "I hope I die before I get old." And "Why don't you all just f-f-f-f-fade away.

La trama è roba per gente morta.

Aging followed by death is the price we pay for the immorality of our genes. You find this information soul-killing; I find it thrilling, liberating. Life, in my view, is simple, tragic, and eerily beautiful.

Maybe some people love the thrill of being possibly rumbled at any moment. Who knows? At any rate, the big day has finally arrived ... the sword has now fallen. Did it live up to what you imagined? Did you get the ecstasy you craved – some death and rebirth experience, perhaps? Well, now you have the chance to be reborn, as far from us as you can get.

There is only immanent (material) death. There is no such thing as transcendent (immaterial) death. Life – real life, transcendent life – is eternal. It's birth that leads to death, not life. Life, true life, was never born. It has always been, hence it can never die. Bodies are born, not minds. Bodies die, not minds.

So you're saying that death is the kick in the pants our species needs to not turn into vegetables.

That the dying mind would take us back to the time when we felt most alive.

As we learn to give thanks for all of life and death, for all of this given world of ours, we find a deep joy. It is the joy of trust, the joy of faith in the faithfulness at the heart of all things. It is the joy of gratefulness in touch with the fullness of life.

There was always a dark shadow around the San Francisco rainbow. From the very beginning, violence, desperation, and fear stalked the streets of the Haight, side by side with the euphoria. "When I hear about the Summer of Love, I say, 'Where was that?'" remarked Lewis. "It was there, but always lurking below was this seething hatred and fear from Vietnam and the Cold War. There was always this feeling that we were going to die.

Bobby Kennedy was the president's devoted partner, as well as the nation's top lawman. It has long been a mystery why he apparently did nothing to investigate his brother's shocking death on November 22, 1963.

Siempre he sospechado que la amistad está sobrevalorada. Como los estudios universitarios, la muerte y las pollas largas.

Uno muere a plazos, en contra de lo que pensamos. Porque el final del amor es lo más parecido a la muerte para todos aquellos que no han experimentado la muerte real, que es sin discusión lo más parecido a la muerte. Los muertos, justo antes de morirse, ponen un gesto de ah, vaya, era esto. En cambio, en el final del amor nadie entiende nada, ¿qué es esto?, nadie me había contado nada de esto, porque no reconoce a la muerte entregando uno de sus plazos.

They show us more often Than not how to die At the same time and in more ways Of doing both, of taking the first Out of the heart of the other And spreading it around…

Mr Erstwhile was found lying on the floor of his surgery in a huge pool of blood. The dental probe was embedded deep in his heart…

It was as if the coffin was a toboggan. A coffin toboggan. A coffboggan.

A man. A dead man. A dead man with no arms.

The ecstasy of seeing her versus the agony of losing her, a million births and a million deaths.