Quotes About Death

Young girls would paint themselves like parakeets. Bothersome children are like parakeets. If you dream a parakeet is lying in an oven you may be certain that soon you will die. The shells of hatched parakeets turn into maggots, which turn into lizards, which creep down the throats of sleeping people

Falling in love often is crucial. You just have to let it nourish you without giving in to it. Why turn it off entirely? Why deaden any part of yourself? Won't death do that for you, and soon enough?

As if they didn't really know that earthly life is only a journey between being born into the body and leaving it at death, whereas the self is the same in every living creature. Only the body can have a 'lineage'. The level on which a person stands is determined only by the level of his own intelligence.

Watching a peaceful death of a human being reminds us of a falling star; one of a million lights in a vast sky that flares up for a brief moment only to disappear into the endless night forever.

Lots of my dying patients say they grow in bounds and leaps, and finish all the unfinished business. But assisting a suicide is cheating them of these lessons, like taking a student out of school before final exams. That's not love, it's projecting your own unfinished business

Is war perhaps nothing else but a need to face death, to conquer and master it, to come out of it alive -- a peculiar form of denial of our mortality?

Those who have the strength and the love to sit with a dying patient in the silence that goes beyond words will know that this moment is neither frightening nor painful, but a peaceful cessation of the functioning of the body. Watching a peaceful death of a human being reminds us of a falling star; one of a million lights in a vast sky that flares up for a brief moment

My patients taught me not how to die, but how to live.

It is difficult to accept death in this society because it is unfamiliar. In spite of the fact that it happens all the time, we never see it.

For those who seek to understand it, death is a highly creative force. The highest spiritual values of life can originate from the thought and study of death.

Nils might face death with equanimity, but not lameness. And because he never spoke of it, never complained, it would go harder for him than Own, who could swear freely about his missing fingers, and pity himself intensely and eloquently.

forgive me If you are not living if you, my beloved, my love if you have died, all the leaves will fall on my breast it will rain upon my soul night and day the snow will burn my heart, I shall walk with cold and fire and death and snow my feet will want to march toward where you sleep, but I shall go on living . . .

She had a vague distaste for death, which was just sufficiently stronger than her apathy to preserve her existence.

I studied the photo of the boy, the one who had died six years ago, and wished I were dead. Dead people didn't have to do homework.

But of course Anton turned out to be brave and strong, and so he died while he was still unlikable.

Death is part of this life and not of the next.

Monarchs ought to put to death the authors and instigators of war, as their sworn enemies and as dangers to their states.

My mortal foe can no ways wish me a greater harm than England's hate neither should death be less welcome unto me than such a mishap betide me.

Indeed, martyrdom can be understood as one form of refusing the meaninglessness of death itself, of insisting that suffering and death do not signify emptiness and nothingness, which they might otherwise seem to imply.

For loss is our common denominator. None of us will escape it. None of us will outrun death. What do we do in the space between that is our lives? What is the quality and richness of our lives? How do we move through struggle and let community hold us when we have been laid low? This

Flowers live, they are perfect and they affect us; they are God's glory, they make us know why we are alive and human, that we behold. They are beautiful, and then they die and rot and go back to the earth that gave birth to them.

Life, struck sharp on death, Makes awful lightning. His last word was, 'Love' 'Love, my child, love, love!'(then he had done with grief) 'Love, my child.' Ere I answered he was gone, And none was left to love in all the world.

"Guess now who holds thee?"—"Death," I said. But thereThe silver answer rang—"Not Death, but Love."

Knowledge by suffering entereth,And life is perfected by death.