Quotes About Death

Death comes, they whispered. Death comes to all. But life comes first. Cherish it.

Despair, hate, loss, frustration, horror. How could any man live this way? To be a surgeon, to live knowing that you would be too weak to save some? When other men failed, a field of crops got worms in them. When a surgeon failed, someone died.

La cuestión", respondió ella, "no es si amarás, sufrirás, soñarás y morirás. Es qué amarás, por qué sufrirás, cuándo soñarás y cómo morirás. Esas son tus elecciones. No puedes elegir la destinación, solo el camino".

El honor ha muerto

We're going to kill them, aren't we?" William Ann asked. "Yes." "How much are they worth?" "Sometimes, child, it's not about what a man is worth.

He visto el final, y lo he oído nombrar. La Noche de las Penas, la Verdadera Desolación. La Tormenta Eterna." Recogido el 1 de Nanes, año 1172, 15 segundos antes de la muerte. El sujeto era un joven ojos oscuros de origen desconocido.

There is a beauty in death -- the beauty of finality, the beauty of completion. For nothing is truly complete until the day it is at last destroyed.

Honor is dead. But I'll see what I can do.

Letting go of friendships that aren't working Moving Death of a loved one Teachers watching students graduate Retiring Coming home from vacation What all of the comments have in common is sadness about letting go of something, mixed with happiness and/or gratitude about what's been experienced and/or what's next.

I might die, Quinn, but my love for you never will.

I was court-martialled in my absence, and sentenced to death in my absence, so I said they could shoot me in my absence.

When I came back to Dublin I was courtmartialed in my absence and sentenced to death in my absence, so I said they could shoot me in my absence.

Charles de Foucauld, the found of the Little Brothers of Jesus, wrote a single sentence that's ahad a profound impact on my life. He said, "The one thing we owe absolutely to God is never to be afraid of anything." Never to be afraid of anything, even death, which, after all, is but that final breakthrough into the open, waiting, outstretched arms of Abba.

The spirituality of wonder knows the world is charged with grace, that while sin and war, disease and death are terribly real, God's loving presence and power in our midst are even more real.

Without fear I can acknowledge that the authentic Christian tension is not between life and death, but between life and life.

The death of Jesus Christ on the cross is His greatest single act of unwavering trust in His Abba's love. He plunged into the darkness of death, not fully knowing what awaited Him, confident that somehow, some way, His Abba would vindicate Him.

Each time we deal a mortal blow to the ego, the pasch of Jesus is traced in our flesh. Each time we choose to walk the extra mile, to turn the other cheek, to embrace and not reject, to be compassionate and not competitive, to kiss and not bite, to forgive and not massage the latest bruise to our wounded ego, we are breaking through from death to life.

One spiritual writer has observed that human beings are born with two diseases: life, from which we die; and hope, which says the first disease is not terminal. Hope is built into the structure of our personalities, into the depths of our unconscious; it plagues us to the very moment of our death. The critical question is whether hope is self-deception, the ultimate cruelty of a cruel and tricky universe, or whether it is just possibly the imprint of reality.

We have so theologized the passion and death of this sacred man that we no longer see the slow unraveling of His tissue, the spread of gangrene, His raging thirst.

Through no merit of ours, but by His mercy, we have been restored to a right relationship with God through the life, death, and resurrection of His beloved Son. This is the Good News, the gospel of grace.

Looking at death can be life-affirming. It doesn't need to mire us in thoughts of uselessness, nihilism, self-recrimination, and indifference to the future. Just a reminder that our days are numbered invites us to consider our blessings, strengthen our resolve to carry on, and escalate our compassion for all creatures, great and small.

I felt great empathy for my friend, as one form of cancer after another emerged to challenge him. I felt sympathy for his suffering that surely clawed at his daily routines, always active and busy, but he rarely verbalized complaints while courageously challenging his archenemy. He met pain and physical decline with 600-calorie workouts; he discarded anxieties somewhere along innumerable running trails; he faced death by running through life at full stride.

Beneath this tree lies the body of John Oakhurst, who struck a streak of bad luck on the 23rd of November, 1850, and handed in his checks on the 7th of December, 1850.

Changes can be looked at from the perspective of discontinuity or from the perspective of continuity. If we focus on the greatest ruptures of discontinuity, we can speak of physical, psychological, or spiritual "death." If we turn our attention to their aspects of complementary continuity, we can also speak of "rebirth.