Quotes About Death

I want to be useful or bring enjoyment to all people, even those I've never met. I want to go on living even after my death!

Christians alike are waiting, the whole world is waiting, and many are waiting for death.

He llegado al punto en que ya me da lo mismo morir que seguir viviendo. La Tierra seguirá dando vueltas aunque yo no esté, y de cualquier forma no puedo oponer ninguna resistencia a los acontecimientos. Que sea lo que haya de ser, y por lo demás seguiré estudiando y esperando que todo acabe bien.

Dear God, I have everything I could wish for, while fate has her in its deadly clutches. She was as devout as I am, maybe even more so, and she too wanted to do what was right. But then why have I been chosen to live, while she's probably going to die? What's the difference between us? Why are we now so far apart?

Dead people recive more flowers than living ones because regret is stronger tha gratitute

No nos queda más remedio que esperar con la mayor tranquilidad posible el final de toda esta desgracia. Tanto los judíos como los cristianos están esperando, todo el planeta está esperando, y muchos están esperando la muerte.

the dead reseave more flowers than the living for regret is stronger than gratitude

Why didn't I know about this, Gideon? Lady Augusta demanded, clearly aggrieved at not being first with the news. And what Welsh aunt is this? Auntie Angharad, Gideon informed her solemnly. Lady Augusta thought for a moment and then declared, You don't have an Auntie Angharad! No, he agreed in a sorrowful voice. She's dead.

But you are not your bank account, or your ambition. You're not the cold clay lump you leave behind when you die. You're not your collection of walking personality disorders. You are Spirit, you are love, and even though it is hard to believe sometimes, you are free. You're here to love, and be loved, freely. If you find out next week that you are terminally ill - and we're all terminally ill on this bus - what will matter are memories of beauty, that people loved you, and that you loved them.

There's no point in writing hopeless novels. We all know we're going to die; what's important is the kind of men and women we are in the face of this.

we all wanted this because let's face it, it's so inspiring and such a relief when people find a way to bear the unbearable, when you can organize things in such a way that a tiny miracle appears to have taken place and that love has once again turn out to be bigger than fear and death and blindness.

I understood that the man I was calling for could never ever come back. Because I understood that the man that I was calling for was dead.

And autumn ain't so shabby for wow, either. The colors are broccoli and flame and fox fur. The tang is apples, death, and wood smoke. The rot smells faintly of grapes, of fermentation, of one element being changed alchemically into another, and the air is moist and you sleep under two down comforters in a cold room. The trails are not dusty anymore, and you get to wear your favorite sweaters.

In general, though, there's no point in writing hopeless novels. We all know we're going to die; what's important is the kind of men and women we are in the face of this. Sometimes

Easter is so profound. Christmas was an afterthought in the early Church, the birth not observed for a couple hundred years. But no one could help noticing the resurrection: Rumi said that spring was Christ, "martyred plants rising up from their shrouds." Easter says that love is more powerful than death, bigger than the dark, bigger than cancer, bigger even than airport security lines.

Rilke wrote: "I am not saying that we should love death, but rather that we should love life so generously, without picking and choosing, that we automatically include it (life's other half) in our love. This is what actually happens in the great expansiveness of love, which cannot be stopped or constricted. It is only because we exclude it that death becomes more and more foreign to us and

death is not the enemy; snakes are. And cheese: it is addictive and irresistible. I have had three kinds so far today.

Hospice is the Calvary, Hospice means death is not going to be nearly as bad as you think

In general, though, there's no point in writing hopeless novels. We all know we're going to die; what's important is the kind of men and women we are in the face of this.

It is okay to fear death. Many people who don't can be a little too pleased with themselves.

There is the absolute hopelessness we face that everyone we love will die, even our newborn granddaughter, even as we trust and know that love will give rise to growth, miracles, and resurrection.

the dead lose every sense except hearing.

When a man dies, his secrets bond like crystals, like frost on a window. His last breath obscures the glass.

History is the love that enters us through death.