Quotes About Death

The fear of death comes from limited awareness.

Molecules dissolve and pass away, but consciousness survives the death of the matter on which it rides.

To the wizard death is merely a belief.

The night kissed the fading day With a whisper. "I am death, your mother, From me you will get new birth.

The conflict between who we are and who we want to be is at the core of the human struggle. Duality, in fact, lies at the very center of the human experience. Life and death, good and evil, hope and resignation coexist in every person and exert their force in every facet of our lives. If we know courage, it is because we have also experienced fear; if we can recognize honesty, it is because we have encountered deceit. And yet most of us deny or ignore our dualistic nature.

la lección más importante es que la muerte debería ser tan dinámica como la vida, una experiencia que evoluciona a medida que ahondas en ti mismo.

relacionar el envejecimiento y la muerte es un disparate, y también una equivocación. El envejecimiento es algo que le ocurre al cuerpo; la muerte le ocurre al yo. Así pues, es probable que la persona que posee un elevado sentido del yo, que ha investigado profundamente la gran pregunta de «¿quién soy?», afronte la muerte con muchísima más calma.

Tener miedo a la muerte es malo para tu cuerpo, pero no porque la muerte se acerque siniestramente, sino porque el miedo es un tipo de tóxico.

Two journeys had to be made without companions: the journey to your death and the one to enlightenment.

In the infinite consciousness universes come and go like particles of dust in a beam of sunlight that shines through a hole in the roof. Death is ever keeping a watch over our life. All objects are experienced in the subject and nowhere else. Whole worlds arise and fall like ripples in the ocean. Vashistha

In the infinite consciousness universes come and go like particles of dust in a beam of sunlight that shines through a hole in the roof. Death is ever keeping a watch over our life. All objects are experienced in the subject and nowhere else. Whole worlds arise and fall like ripples in the ocean.

even saints die," I said quietly, "and they don't all pass away kneeling in prayer.

Every physician in practice has experienced the phenomenon of patients who die from their diagnosis.

The illusion was created by (mortals), and now they believe in it too strongly. They use their power to create a drama of birth and death, joy and pain.... In truth, the darkness has no power other than what they give it.... (T)he secret of conquering evil (is) YOU ARE EVIL. When you can face that, all monsters dissolve into the mist.... All monsters live in a dark place where mortals stuff their fears and shame and guilt.

entered anyway, of his own free will. I've known fear, he thought. And fear is death's chief weapon. Let me experience the worst torment, and then fear will lose its hold over me. The phase of hellish torment lasted a long time because every morning his broken bones and flayed skin grew back.

In Return to Life, Jim Tucker painstakingly and meticulously documents the recycling of memories from beyond the barrier of physical death. He then rigorously offers a scientific theory to explain how our consciousness transcends space/time and is, hence, eternal. This book is an important milestone of an emerging scientific paradigm that suggests that consciousness conceives governs constructs and becomes the universe or perhaps multiple universes.

Prohibition had long been repealed (1933), but in a strange congruence Andrew J. Volstead, the Minnesota congressman who gave his name to the act, died on January 20, 1947, just five days before the outlaw who arguably profited most from it.

When Christ calls a man, he bids him come and die.

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. Is that all?

Life into death—life's other shape, no rupture, only crossing.

They are both spectacular, life and death.

I loved her with all my heart, but if she did not die by Monday morning, I was determined to discover from the pages of my schoolbooks, how to break the chains that bound me to my mother.

I like video games, but they are very violent. I want to create a video game in which you have to help all the characters who have died in the other games. "Hey man, what are you playing?" "Super Busy Hospital, could you leave me alone? I'm performing surgery. This guy got shot in the head, like, 27 times."

Think of being curled up and floating in a darkness. Even if you could think, even if you had an imagination, would you ever imagine its opposite, this miraculous world the Asian Taoists call the "Ten Thousand Things"? And if the darkness just got darker? And then you were dead? What would you care? How would you eve know the difference?