Quotes About Death

Dar cel care a cunoscut unirea aceea de neînÈ›eles pentru experienÈ›a È™i mintea omeneasc?, È™tie c? de la un anumit nivel viaÈ›a nu mai are sfârÈ™it, c? omul moare pentru c? e singur, e desp?rÈ›it, despicat în dou?, dar c? printr-o mare îmbr??iÈ™are se reg?seÈ™te pe sine într-o fiin?? cosmic?, autonom? È™i etern?.

The majority of initiatory ordeals more or less clearly imply a ritual death followed by resurrection or a new birth. The central moment of every initiation is represented by the ceremony symbolizing the death of the novice and his return to the fellowship of the living. But he returns to life a new man, assuming another mode of being. Initiatory death signifies the end at once of childhood, ignorance, and the profane condition.

Arrived in heaven, the pharaoh is received in triumph by the Sun God, and messengers are sent to the four quarters of the world to announce his victory over death. In heaven, the king continues his earthly existence: seated on the throne, he receives the homage of his subjects and still judges and gives orders.

A text from the Middle Kingdom admirably expresses the exaltation of Osiris as source and foundation of all creation: "Whether I live or die, I am Osiris; I enter in and reappear through you, I decay in you, I grow in you…. The gods are living in me, for I live and grow in the corn that sustains the Honoured Ones. I cover the earth; whether I live or die I am Barley. I am not destroyed. I have entered the Order…. I become Master of Order, I emerge in the Order.

The town office building has a giant filing cabinet full of death certificates that say choked to death on his own anger or suffocated from unexpressed feelings of unhappiness.

I have videos of Grandma on my cellphone. In one I asked her what will happen to her body after she dies. She says ahhhhh, my body! My body will become energy that will light your path.

Mom, she says, I dreamt that you had died, and in my dream I said, But if you are dead then there is nobody to catch me if I fall. And then in my dream you came back from death, you were tired, your feet hurt, but you were happy to come back one last time, and you said: Then don't fall.

People here just can't wait to die, it seems. It's the main event. The only reason we're not all snuffed at birth is because that would reduce our suffering by a lifetime.

On the days she gets the death calls she grabs at me when I walk past her and I know she wants affection, but I hate always having to be the embodiment of life.

Death doesn't just take someone, it misses someone else, and in the small distance between being taken and being missed, lives are changed.

Fairness, he said, 'does not govern life and death. If it did, no good person would ever die young.

I hope you never hear those words. Your mom. She died. They are different than other words. They are too big to fit in your ears. They belong to some strange, heavy, powerful language that pounds away at the side of your head, a wrecking ball coming at you again and again, until finally, the words crack a hole large enough to fit inside your brain. And in so doing, they split you apart.

It's not contagious, you know. Death is as natural as life. It's part of the deal we made.

Dying is only one thing to be sad over. Living unhappily is something else.

It is because the human spirit knows, deep down, that all lives intersect. That death doesn't just take someone, it misses someone else, and in the small distance between being taken and being missed, lives are changed.

Learn how to live and you'll know how to die; learn how to die, and you'll know how to live.

Time, the Captain said, is not what you think. He sat down next to Eddie. Dying? Not the end of everything. We think it is. But what happens on earth is only the beginning.

What do people fear most about death? I asked the reb. Fear? he thought for a moment. 'Well, for one thing, what happens next? Where do we go? Is it what we imagined? That's big. Yes. But there's something else. What else? He leaned forward. Being forgotten, he whispered.

You don't know how to live until you learn how to die.

This is the story of a man named Eddie and it starts at the end, with Eddie dying in the sun. It may seem strange to start a story with and ending, but all endings are also beginnings. We just don't know it at the time.

You say you should have died instead of me. But during my time on earth, people died instead of me, too. It happens every day. When lightning strikes a minute after you are gone, or an airplane crashes that you might have been on. When your colleague falls ill and you do not. We think such things are random. But there is a balance to it all. One withers, another grows. Birth and death are part of a whole.

People don't die because of loyalty." They don't?" She smiled. "Religion? Government? Are we not loyal to such things, sometimes to the death?" Eddie shrugged. Better," she said, "to be loyal to one another.

Maybe death is the great equalizer, the one big thing that can finally make strangers shed a tear for one another.

I believe he died this way on purpose. I believe he wanted no chilling moments, no one to witness his last breath and be haunted by it, the way he had been haunted by his mother's death-notice telegram or by his father's corpse in the city morgue.