Quotes About Death

If other planets dark as earth About dim trembling stars Carry frail freight of death and birth, Wild love, and endless wars; If from far, unseen motes in flight Life look down questioning This helpless passage through the night Is a less lonely thing:

I am not ready to die, But I am learning to trust death As I have trusted life. I am moving Toward a new freedom

Every flower holds the whole mystery in its short cycle, and in the garden we are never far away from death, the fertilizing, good, creative death.

When I am alone the flowers are really seen; I can pay attention to them. They are felt as presences. Without them I would die. Why do I say that? Partly because they change before my eyes. They live and die in a few days; they keep me closely in touch with process, with growth, and also with dying. I am floated on their moments.

Death comes by installments but sometimes the first installments can be very steep, perhaps much more painful to those around them than to the person

We can accept death. It is the dying that is not and never will be acceptable. For us who have to witness dying, it must always feel as if the very fabric of life were being torn apart.

I have been close to suicide more than once, and more than once have been close to a mystical experience of unity with the universe. The two states resemble each other: one has no wall, one is absolutely naked and diminished to essence. Then death would be the rejection of life because we cannot let go what we wish so hard to keep, but have to let go if we are to continue to grow.

The big question, I jotted down during the long wait at the long wait at the airport, is how to hope and what to hope for. We are citizens of corrupt country, of a corrupt vision. There is such a sense of death and of being buried under the weight of technocracy. How to keep cool and get hold of the essential... and, above all, how to recognize the essential.

I answer the heroic question, 'Death, where is thy sting?' with 'It is in my heart and mind and memories.

If we lose love and self respect for each other,this is how we finally die

I find it very difficult to let a friend or beloved go into that country of no return. I answer the heroic question, Death, where is thy sting? with It is here in my heart, and my mind, and my memories.

Death to the young is more than that undiscovered country; despite its inevitability, it is a place having reality only in song or in other people's grief.

Death, where is thy string? It is here in my heart, and my mind, and my memories.

I couldn't distinguish whether I was smelling the clutching sound of misery or hearing the cloying odor of death.

Midwives and winding sheets know birthing is hard and dying is mean and living's a trial in between. Why do we journey, muttering like rumors among the stars? Is a dimension lost? Is it love?

Bastard had the bad manners to die before we were through talking to him.

Did you see him? I know the photo was grainy, but he looks like one of those death metal goth heads, or whatever they're called. All dressed in black with long hair I took umbrage at my mother describing my boyfriend this way. John was the Lord of the Underworld. How else was he supposed to dress?

What did that mean? Where could it go? He was a death diety. I was a high school senior.

What's the point? was my attitude. We're all just going to die and then NOT be let on the boat.

I'm completely demanding an autopsy on my grandmother's brain when she's dead so I can see what I'm in for as I age.

Aaron, in order to die you have to live a little first.

Of course. I was on the run from evil spirits that wanted to kill me and now, according to the local paper, the law. Yet Richard Smith, cemetery sexton and death deity scholar, had a book for me to read in all my copious spare time.

And I think What does it matter that it is not a linear equation if any variable is raised to a power? We're all just going to die anyway.

Inte konstigt att farfar fick en hjärtattack i sängen och dog. Antagligen vände han sig om en morgon och tog sig en ordentlig titt på sin fru.