Quotes About Death

It's a strange myth that atheists have nothing to live for. It's the opposite. We have nothing to die for. We have everything to live for.

Remember, when you are dead, you do not know you are dead. It is only painful for others. The same applies when you are stupid.

What's a kiss? The sound loneliness makes when it dies.

What is ironic is that Allen Ginsberg's importance was in its twilight for so many years that it took his death to bring it to the front page. He electrified an entire world!

Too afraid of dying to really live.

Odd thing about death ... it reaffirms life.

If you're afraid to die, you're afraid to live. You can't have one without the other.

My grandmother was a very tough woman. She buried three husbands and two of them were just napping.

I don't want to die in a car accident. When I die it'll be a glorious day. It'll probably be a waterfall.

Finally, I spread my arms even wider and announced, "It's a good day to die!" "Well," Mom chirped in, "it's not a bad day to live either." She had a point. So now I end my blessings like this: "It's a good day to die!" I say. And then, with gusto, "It's a good day to live!

To say it again, eternal life is less about a kind of time that starts when we die, and more about a quality and vitality of life now in connection to God. Eternal life doesn't start when we die; it starts now. It's not about a life that begins at death; it's about experiencing the kind of life now that can endure and survive even death.

Between Dog and Wolf is, among other things, a sharply etched meditation on death and its inevitable aftermath, but don't let that fool you into thinking it's maudlin of depressing—it's an absolute delight to read.

If you're alive, you bleed more. The Aztecs wanted them to bleed a lot. They wanted waterfalls of the stuff, gushing down the sides of -- - Dad

Fear of rejection can trigger deep fears within us, because as humans we have evolved to live in groups for our survival and in the distant past, exclusion from the group might have meant annihilation and death.

I was about to be buried in the best-looking coffin I'd ever seen, and I wouldn't even be too dead to enjoy myself.

We are our own asteroid. Our consumption of fossil fuels has released--is releasing--a store of carbon into the atmosphere that has been accumulating for hundreds of millions of years. Corals, plankton, predators: everything in the ocean is screaming at us to stop. If we don't listen and take action right now, we could be witnesses to the death of most life on earth. We will be the cause of that death... We will have erased ourselves in a blink of geologic time.

People--stupid when they lived; potentially stupid when they died.

Alone: it was no way to live and it was no way to die.

Savage death and ritual resurrection: upon these lodestones was Liege and Lief erected.

Tilliam Frederick Cody, the legendary "Buffalo Bill," died quietly and painlessly at five minutes past noon on January 10, 1917, in the Denver home of his sister May Cody Decker.

If Cody's fame and popularity seem strange to us today-he was, after all, celebrated for his prowess in killing, both buffalo and Indians-it is because his virtues were nineteenth-century virtues, and we live in an age of disillusion and cynicism. Cody's death, in a way, along with the First World War, signaled the end of those nineteenth-century values.

You can be a king or a street sweeper, but everyone dances with the grim reaper.

Don't expect wisdom at the moment of death.

Because beyond ensuring that a body has a name, dignity is one of the only things you can actually offer the dead.