Quotes About Death

What exactly is the Soul? Some call it Spirit that makes our life Whole. It is the One that gives us Breath. Without it, there would be Death.

What is our Purpose of Life on earth? Why this Life? Why this birth? We must find out why we are born... And achieve our Purpose before death blows its horn.

It's all Dhamma if we have mindfulness. When we see the animals that run away from danger, we see that they are just like us. They flee from suffering and run towards happiness. They also have fear. They fear for their lives just as we do. When we see according to truth, we see that all animals and human beings are no different. We are all mutual companions of birth, old age, sickness, and death.

There was a severed head, and two soft white forearms, and two long legs from the knees down, all laid out on the tile floor, with the hideous cuts of the saw clearly visible. The faucet was running, and the water had filled the bathtub and overflowed onto the floor. The long, luxuriant black hair on the bloated head twined and floated in the water like an undulant knot of snakes.

Kenzo felt one of his sudden mood-swings coming on. He had first experienced this disturbing phenomenon while stranded in the depths of the mountains of the Philippines, resigned to imminent death. It had been diagnosed as a post-traumatic nervous disorder, and in certain situations it would flare up suddenly, without warning.

Among tattoo artists, there are certain taboos which it is absolutely forbidden to break. For example, they believe that if you tattoo a snake wrapped around a person's torso you have to make a little cut under the armpit or somewhere else where it won't show. Otherwise the throttling power of the snake's embrace will make it difficult to sleep, and within three years the person who has the snake tattoo will be dead.

Qué trágico que el hombre nunca pueda darse cuenta de lo hermosa que es la vida hasta que se encuentra cara a cara con la muerte

So when my mother expressed her concern to me, I laughed it away, saying, "People who talk about dying don't die.

Akira, it's true that drowning people die smiling—you were." It made me angry, but it had seemed that way to me, too. I remembered having felt a strangely peaceful sensation just before I went under.

Aunt Togashi should have lived, judging by her general physical condition, to be about a hundred and ten years old. But a stupid doctor had a theory about extending her life span even longer by making her eat strange things like pine wood and tree roots. Because of this she died without even reaching the age of ninety.

The concept of the trichiliocosm is closely linked with Buddhist theories about time and human destiny. Buddhist thought is generally clouded with pessimism, and this is nowhere more obvious than in its concept of time. The notion of an eternal round of birth and death is an intolerable thought.

Since fame is an illusion and death is in our future all we have is the next moment before we are swallowed into oblivion.

When a man dies, his wife is burned alive with him, but if the wife dies before her husband, the man does not suffer the same fate. If a man dies before marriage, he is given a posthumous wife. The women passionately want to be burned because they believe they will enter paradise.

This was truly the worst natural disaster Americans had ever seen. While death tolls would always be imperfect, it's fair to say that around 10,000 people perished in one night. And

Love without risk is an impossibility, like war without death.

Si somos capaces de ser más fuertes que la muerte, no es en la fiesta de la vida, sino dominando el infinito mismo por medio del pensamiento.

She already felt dead in everything but name. What remained to be taken from her? She longed to be enfolded, welcomed, into the earth - to breathe no more, love no more, hurt no more

Love, marriage, divorce, infidelity... life was the same here as anywhere else, wasn't? She realized now wrong she'd been; the pali wasn't a headstone and Kalaupapa wasn't a grave. It was a community like any other, bound by ties deeper than most, and people here went to their deaths as people did anywhere: with great reluctance, dragging the messy jumble of their lives behind them.

Isn't it strange, how one so afraid of contracting a fatal malady...should so earnestly wish for death, as well?

Life is pain management and a slow march towards death, but here's to having fun while we're marching!

A star has died. Elsewhere in the cosmos, in an unremarkable corner of one galactic arm, a child was born. Such is the balance of existence.

European starvation was rather more cunning and wore a series of clever masks: death came by drink, by tuberculosis, by the knife, by despair in all its manifestations.

Death is the meaning of life, the race against oblivion; man being the only animal who is conscious that he will one day die; there lies the seed of self-destruction, greed for more, even if only to be remembered a short time longer than others, as if it mattered to the other walking dead.

Such is the cost of immortality. No person is whole. No person is free. Over time, some have determined that the only way to live is to die. In death, a man or a woman is free of the weight of the past [and the future].