Quotes About Death

He thought of night coming on. He thought of the loneliness of tonight, this first night in the ground. This, he thought, was the moment when the dead must first feel truly alone. This was the moment when the dead, in loneliness, feel the first stirrings of the long penance of decay. This was the moment when the dead realize the truth: This is it, it will never be different. To be dead, he thought, that was to know that nothing would ever be different.

Mortimer had killed Judge Irwin because Judge Irwin had killed him, and I had killed Judge Irwin because Judge Irwin created me, and looking at matters in that light one could say that Mortimer and I were merely the twin instruments of Judge Irwin's protracted and ineluctable destruction. For either killing or creating may be a crime punishable by death, and the death always comes by the criminal's own hand and every man is a suicide. If a man knew how to live he would never die.

I thought God cannot be Fullness of Being. For Life is Motion.----- For Life is Motion toward Knowledge. If God is Complete Knowledge then He is Complete Non-Motion, which is Non-Life, which is Death. Therefore, if there is such a God of Fullness of Being, we would worship Death, the Father.

The end of man is knowledge, but there is one thing he can't know. He can't know whether knowledge will save him or kill him. He will be killed, all right, but he can't know whether he is killed because of the knowledge which he has got or because of the knowledge which he hasn't got and which if he had it, would save him.

The end of man is knowledge, but there is one thing he can't know. He can't know whether knowledge will save him or kill him. He will be killed all right, but he can't know whether he is killed because of the knowledge which he has got or because of the knowledge which he hasn't got and which, if he had it, would save him.

The end of man is knowledge, but there is one thing he can't know. He can't know whether knowledge will save him or kill him. He will be killed, all right, but he can't know whether he is killed because of the knowledge which he has got or because of the knowledge which he hasn't got and which if he had it, would save him. There's

Incarnation does not literally remove us from our eternal Home; rather, it simply limits our capacity to see the nonphysical parts of it. Death, then, is the dissolution of the veil that screened the nonphysical realm from us.

Death was the only question that contained its own answer, and when you asked the question and had the answer you were gone, you were nothing.

That is the truth. I know now that we need not fear death, if we have done our tasks. And when we cease to fear death, there is no death. That is the truest truth I know: There is no death.

Living, we fret. Dying, we live.

Everyone wants to go to heaven, but no one wants to die." Most people dream of being rich, but are terrified of losing money. So they never get to heaven.

You're taxed when you earn. You're taxed when you spend. You're taxed when you save. You're taxed when you die.

Todo mundo quiere irse al cielo, pero nadie quiere morir.

You mean most workers don't get paid everything?" I asked with amazement. "Heavens no!" said rich dad. "The government always takes its share first." "How do they do that?" I asked. "Taxes," said rich dad. "You're taxed when you earn. You're taxed when you spend. You're taxed when you save. You're taxed when you die.

Do you know what I think Mayflowers are, Marilla? I think they must be the souls of the flowers that died last summer, and this is their heaven.

Who would endure life if it were not for the hope of death?

I suppose it was a romantic was to perish... for a mouse

We are both going to pray that we may live together all our lives and die the same day.

The only thing she really enjoyed was a funeral. You knew where you were with a corpse. Nothing more could happen to it. But while there was life there was fear.

But is there not something strange about any room that has been occupied through generations? Death has lurked in it…love has been rosy red in it…births have been here…all the passions…all the hopes. It is full of wraths.

How difficult it is to realize that one we have always known can really be dead, said Anne

Many people have told me that they regretted Matthew's death in Green Gables. I regret it myself. If I had the book to write over again I would spare Matthew for several years. But when I wrote it I thought he must die, that there might be a necessity for self-sacrifice on Anne's part, so poor Matthew joined the long procession of ghosts that haunt my literary past.

He believed he was dead and used to rage at his wife because she wouldn't bury him. I'd a-done it.

and he wasn't reconciled to dying. Dora told him he was going to a better world. Mebbe, mebbe, says poor Ben, but I'm sorter used to the imperfections of this one.