Quotes About Death

Pues cerca de la muerte uno ya no ve la muerte y mira fijamente hacia afuera, quizás con una gran mirada de animal.

Death is our friend precisely because it brings us into absolute and passionate presence with all that is here, that is natural, that is love... Life always says Yes and No simultaneously. Death (I implore you to believe) is the true Yea-sayer. It stands before eternity and says only: Yes.

He can't take it all in, dazed from early death. But their looking flashes an owl from behind the rim of the crown. And brushing downwards slowly along the great cheek, the one of ripest roundness, the bird limns into the dead youth's new hearing, across a double open page, the indescribable contour. And, higher, the stars.

To understand our being here as one side of being in its entirety and to exhaust it passionately, this would be the demand placed on us by death; while life, as long as one truly admits it, is in every spot all of life.

Death is our friend, precisely because it brings us into absolute and passionate presence with all that is here, that is natural, that is love.

Mourn not the dead that in the cool earth lie-- Dust unto dust-- The calm, sweet earth that mothers all who die As all men must; Mourn not your captive comrades who must dwell-- Too strong to strive-- Within each steel-bound coffin of a cell, Buried alive; But rather mourn the apathetic throng-- The cowed and the meek-- Who see the world's great anguish and its wrong And dare not speak!

Do they come to bury the others or to be entombed to give life or to receive it?

But on the other hand, it would be a great mistake to assume that the dead are absolutely powerless.

Without light I am not only invisible, but formless as well; and to be unaware of one's form is to live a death.

What is wrong with this gentleman, Sylvester?' the tall one said. 'A man's dying outside!' I said. 'Someone is always dying,' the other one said. 'Yes, and it's good to die beneath God's great tent of sky.

Why had they found us? For the occasion his death gave them to express their protestations, a time and place to come together looking in a common direction? Did it signify love or politicized hate?

Of all the ways to lose a person, death is the kindest.

The sinew and heart of man seem to be drawn out, and we are become timorous desponding whimperers. We are afraid of truth, afraid of fortune, afraid of death, and afraid of each other.

Death comes to all, but great achievements build a monument which shall endure until the sun grows cold.

Vast spaces of nature; the Atlantic Ocean, the South Sea; vast intervals of time, years, centuries, are of no account. This which I think and feel, underlay that former state of life and circumstances, as it does underlie my present, and will always circumstance, and what is called life, and what is called death.

A person seldom falls sick, but the bystanders are animated with a faint hope that he will die.

All writing is by the grace of God. People do not deserve to have good writing, they are so pleased with bad. In these sentences that you show me, I can find no beauty, for I see death in every clause and every word. There is a fossil or a mummy character which pervades this book. The best sepulchers, the vastest catacombs, Thebes and Cairo, Pyramids, are sepulchers to me. I like gardens and nurseries. Give me initiative, spermatic, prophesying, man-making words.

He thought it happier to be dead, To die for Beauty, than live for bread.

Death has such great importance in this society that it affects everything. I learned from my guru that death is not the enemy, I see it as another moment. Yet it's the end of an incarnation and means going on to other incarnations.

What the word God means is the mystery really. It's the mystery that we face as humans the mystery of existence, of suffering and of death.

to do anything with attachment. With desire . . . with anger..greed..lust . . . fear.. is only creating more karma, which is keeping you in the game . . . on the wheel of birth and death once you see through that. . . Desires can't help but fall away

The Fire Next Time, James Baldwin wonders if "the whole root of our trouble, the human trouble, is that we will sacrifice all the beauty of our lives, will imprison ourselves in totems, taboos, crosses, blood sacrifices, steeples, mosques, races, armies, flags, nations, in order to deny the fact of death.

When you lose your fear of death, you gain a love of life.

At the moment of death, if we let go lightly, we go out into the light, toward the One, toward God. The only thing that died, after all, was another set of thoughts of who we were this time around.