Quotes About Death

There is no fair in life and death. If it were, no good men would die young.

And I suppose tapes are a desperate attempt to steal something from Death's suitcase.

We really don't experience the world fully, because we're half-asleep, doing things we automatically think we have to do." And facing death changes that? Oh, yes. You strip away all that stuff and you focus on the essentials.

Ain't you supposed to have peace when you die?' You have peace,' the old woman said, 'when you make it with yourself.

Timing is everything. That´s right. Which is why our sages tell us to repent exactly one day before we die. But how do you know it´s the day before you die? I asked. He raised his eyebrows. Exactly

Instead, he would make death his final project, the center point of his days. Since everyone was going to die, he could be of great value, right? He could be research. A human textbook. Study me in my slow and patient demise. Watch what happens to me. Learn with me.

He wondered how it was fair that your dying should depend so much on when you were born.

The distance between death and life is not as great as you imagine.

Here's the thing, he said. People see me as a bridge. I'm not as alive as I used to be, but I'm not yet dead. I'm sort of...in-between

A wind blew, and the sand around his drawing scattered. He wrapped his fingers inside his wife's, and Father Time rekindled a connection he had only ever had with her. He surrendered to that sensation and felt the final drops of their lives touch one another, like water in a cave, top meets bottom, Heaven meets Earth. As their eyes closed, a different set of eyes opened, and they rose from the ground as a shared south, up and up, a sun and a moon in a single sky.

Aging is not just decay, you know. It's growth. It's more than the negative that you're going to die, it's also the positive, that you understand going to die, and you live a better life because of it.

In stories about life after death, the soul often floats above the good-bye moment, hovering over police cars at highway accidents, or clinging like a spider to hospital-room ceilings. These are people who receive a second chance, who somehow, for some reason, resume their place in the world.

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. ...We think such thngs are random. But there is a balance to it all. One withers, another grows. Birth and death are part of a whole. It is why we are drawn to babies... And to funerals.

Begitu kita ingin tahu bagaimana kita akan mati, berarti kita belajar tentang bagaimana kita harus hidup (hal 87, Selasa Bersama Morrie)

ness-that Morrie was looking at life from some very different place than anyone else I knew. A healthier place. A more sensible place. And he was about to die. But it was also becoming clear to me- through his courage, his humor, his patience, and his openIf some mystical clarity of thought came when you looked death in the eye, then I knew Morrie wanted to share it.

The distance between death and life is not as great as you imagine." "Really?" Yannis turned his way. "Then why don't people come back to Earth after they die?" The stranger smiled. "Why would they want to?

Die as a sacrifice is more worthy then a suicide

His body had been weakened, the ocen had left him vulnerable, pneumonia took ahold of him, and in time, he died.' Because of Mickey?' Eddie said. Because of loyalty,' she said. 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?... Better,... to be loyal to one another.' ~pg 138

Why do you want to die?' I shivered. For a second I couldn't breathe. 'You knew...?' She gave a sad smile. 'I'm your mother.

Dying is not in synonymous with Useless

That there are no random acts. That we are all connected. That you can no more separate one life from another than you can separate a breeze from the wind." Eddie shook his head. "We were throwing a ball. It was my stupidity, running out there like that. Why should you have to die on account of me? It ain't fair." The Blue Man held out his hand. "Fairness," he said, "does not govern life and death. If it did, no good person would ever die young.

But Father Time is real. And, in truth, he cannot age. Beneath the unruly beard and cascading hair—signs of life, not death—his body is lean, his skin unwrinkled, immune to the very thing he lords over.

Her death was as insignificant as her life.

The second death. To think that you died and no one would remember you.