Quotes About Death

Susan stared at him. The blue glow in Death's eyes gradually faded, and as the light died it sucked at her gaze so that it was dragged into the eye sockets and into the darkness beyond… …which went on and on, for ever. There was no word for it. Even eternity was a human idea. Giving it a name gave it a length; admittedly, a very long one. But this darkness was what was left when eternity had given up. It was where Death lived. Alone.

I am slowly, painfully discovering that my refuge is not found in my mother, my grandmother, of even the birds of Bear River. My refuge exists in my capacity to love. If I can learn to love death then I can begin to find refuge in change.

We spoke of death, not in a morbid way, but in a pragmatic one. It will come, Dad said. But for now, heaven is here.

John Lilly suggests whales are a culture maintained by oral traditions. Stories. The experience of an individual whale is valuable to the survival of its community. I think of my family stories—Mother's in particular—how much I need them now, how much I will need them later. It has been said when an individual dies, whole worlds die with them. The same could be said of each passing whale.

Death does not discriminate; whether saints or sinners, in the end, all are equal.

She pressed her fingers to the woman's neck and felt icy skin. Bending close to the lips, she waited for the whisper of a breath, the faintest puff of air against her cheek. The corpse opened its eyes.

Jane remained in her chair thinking about justice, about how the dead never benefited from it. For them it always comes too late.

Bir daha yaÅŸayabilmek için iki kere ölen benim.

But death wouldn't deter her killer. It would whet his appetite. He'd look at her corpse and see only an object of desire. Someone he can control. She doesn't resist him. She is cool, passive flesh, yielding to any and all indignities. She is the perfect lover. The

Think of what it means to manually strangle someone. How personal it is. The close contact. Skin to skin. Your hands against her flesh. Pressing her throat as you feel her life drain away.' Rizzoli

How did Elliot die? You said it happened six years ago." "Yeah, the kid got it in his fool head to go to Africa. He wanted to see the animals before they got wiped out by hunters like me. Interpol says he met a couple of girls in Cape Town, and the three of them flew off to Botswana for a safari." "And what happened?" O'Brien drained his whiskey glass and looked at her. "They were never seen again.

There are far scarier things in this world than dead bodies.

There are hazards to every job, just like there are hazards to getting up in the morning. Driving to work, walking to the mailbox. Boarding a plane... The surprise isn't that we die. The surprise is how and when we die.

He had a son, but he died some years ago, on a foreign trip. His ex-wife's dead, too, and I've never seen any woman there." Nora shook her head. "It's an awful thing to think about. Dead for four days and no one even notices. That's how unconnected he seemed to be.

Yet I see that she means for me to understand about choosing to truly live or choosing to stay alive when you have died inside.

Our true nature is the nature of no birth and no death. Only when we touch our true nature can we transcend the fear of non-being, the fear of annihilation. An American friend, whose name is Elly Kleinman, said to me Nothing is born, nothing dies. Although he did not practice as a Buddhist but as a company owner, he found the same truth the Buddha discovered.

Now I see that if one doesn't know how to die, one can hardly know how to live—because death is a part of life.

Life is miraculous, even in its suffering. Without suffering, life would not be possible. There is nothing permanent, and there is no separate self. Neither is there impermanence or no-self. When we see life deeply, there is no death. Therefore, it isn't necessary to say "everlasting life.

This is, because that is. This is not, because that is not. This is born, because that is born. This dies, because that dies.

New cells are born everyday and old cells die, but they have neither funerals nor birthdays.

El quinto recuerdo nos indica que lo único que sigue con nosotros al morir son nuestros pensamientos, nuestras palabras y nuestras acciones, es decir, nuestro karma.

The wave can live the life of a wave, but it can also do better. It can live every moment of its life deeply touching its nature of no-birth and no-death, that is, its nature as water.

All is in the word "know." To know is to realize. Realization is mindfulness. All the work of meditation is aimed at awakening us in order to know one and only one thing: birth and death can never touch us in any way whatsoever.

Death drowns the unsatisfied man, whose restless mind clutches for greater and greater pleasures.