Quotes About Death

It is written in the Didache, "There are two ways, one of life and one of death, but a great difference between the two ways. The way of life, then, is this: first, you shall love God who made you; second, love your neighbor as yourself, and do not do to another what you would not want done to you.

To cling to the gift of life we've been given and scramble to protect our own interests is to cooperate in a culture of death that threatens to destroy us all.

The diffeence between a fake death and a real one is slim. Mara

And as I sit and talk to you I see your face go white This shadow hanging over me Is no trick of the light The spectre on my back will soon be free The dead have come to claim a debt from thee

I wonder if everyone who faces death hurts like this. It's as though for the first time I realize how much just being alive makes my body ache. But I don't want that ache to stop.

Falling in love and falling to your death feel about the same, I thought. And I almost laughed.

The dead cannot sleep long when the moon is round The dead toss and turn deep in the muddy ground The dead never rest well in the living house The dead hear the secrets the owl tells the mouse

Then Rin was hugging him. Relief and joy swelled inside her till she thought she would burst. "Uh . . . ," Razo said, patting her head as if she might be crazy. "You were dead," she mumbled against his chest. "I was? Well, I wish someone had told me. Would've been nice to relax on my back for a while. Um, how'd I die?

She pulled a pillow over her head and waited to die. When an hour passed and she still wasn't dead, she got up and pruned the rosebushes.

How can you say that so casually? You're talking about the possible death of hundreds of people, yourself included." He gave a negligent shrug. "Wrong place, wrong time. Life sucks.

Life is death. Death is Life. teach the deserving. Teach with Passion. Learn always. Assume Nothing.

I hated my life. Maybe it'd be easier if I could just die. [pp.119]

It can't be dead. It was alive just a minute ago.

Francis stared down at the Duchess of York's letter. He swallowed, then read aloud in a husky voice, "It was showed by John Sponer that King Richard, late mercifully reigning upon us, was through great treason piteously slain and murdered, to the great heaviness of this City." As Margaret listened, the embittered grey eyes had softened, misted with sudden tears. "My brother may lie in an untended grave," she said, "but he does not lack for an epitaph.

Sometimes it's part of the guilt and grieving process-to con- sider suicide as an alternative to the pain. But the answer is life, Andy, not death.

and love seemed to rest, on us, in a place where, for that hour, it felt death could not reach, and someone was singing in my hearing, without words, that no one can live without reaching death, but I could have lived without having loved almost without reserve, and for a moment, then, I thought I lived forever with him.

If I could choose, a place to die," it would never have been in your arms, old darling, we figured I'd see you out, in mine

We have always been going back, since birth, back toward not being alive.

And now I could hear the music think, as I had heard it then, the unspooling of the logic of being mortal—of dying, as my best friend had, when I was nine, and my beloved, when I was sixteen. I heard, again, what loving and being loved might sound like—or I heard what some comfort for the loss of that might sound like. I heard the body and soul of death—of love and death.

Did I ask with the space in the ground, like a portion of breath, where my body will rest, when it is motionless, when its elements move back into the earth?

refreshing to live with, beings without the knowledge of death, creatures of ignorant suffering.

Hello, Presley residence." "Mrs. Presley, this is Dallas Memorial. I have—" Penny started to weep. "Oh my God, he's dead, isn't he?" "No, no, Mrs. Presley. Quite the contrary. The doctor wanted you to know that we think your husband is waking up." Penny's emotions shuddered to a stop. Not dead? Not dead after all? Waking up? What the hell was all this about?

Give me two weeks to have my baby and then you can kill me.

I wonder which is worse-the death, not knowing what comes after, or the wedding, when you think you know, but you're wrong.