Quotes About Meaning

The suicide! What would he have done if death did not exist?

Death is not a choice, even for the suicide.

As thoroughly as mankind has killed God, the reader has despatched the author.

More likely, they would just cease to exist.""That's death.""No, it's different. Death leaves a corps.

Are you brave enough to live your DASH: birth year – death year?

Why do you live?Because I have something worth living for.

Death is more meaningful than just being dead.

Would you ask a man who bags groceries if he fears death not because it is death but because there are still some interesting groceries he would like to bag?

The reason dying is so easy is because death has no meaning... And the reason death has no meaning is because life has no meaning. All the same, have fun!

Why is such a bad thing to die?

I have no interest in dying.But I have to. I have to care one day about things that don't matter to me.

Dying in vain isn't really all that bad since nearly everyone does it. It's the living in vain you really have to watch out for.

One Must Choose Among Both Parties Either To Be A Wise Man That Die To Live In Righteousness And Blissfulness For Eternity Or Be A Foolish Man That Lives To Die For Vanity.

In the moment I faced dying, I finally knew my reason for living.

Life may be scaryBut it's only temporary.And this is perhaps the most comforting conclusion to be reached if one discounts the possibility of meaning.from: Antinatalism A Thought Experiment

Life may be scaryBut it's only temporary.And this is perhaps the most comforting conclusion to be reached if one discounts the possibility of meaning.

One day I shall leave the world, And if you feel like remembering me-Search me not in my ashes, In my words, you can rummage me!

Ultimately, what I am seeking in the photograph taken of me... is Death: Death is the eidos of that Photograph

Either a man goes and hangs himself, and then he hangs sure enough, and he'll have his reasons for it, or else he goes on living and then he has only living to bother himself with. Simple enough.

I'd never understood why anyone would want to live forever. It had always seemed to me that death lent life a certain poignancy, a necessary tension.

Life offers many reasons to be alive. Death offers none.

People die, and everything they've ever said just echoes around and around. There's nothing new. Only the same nonsense from their lives.

After sixty years the stern sentence of the burial service seems to have a meaning that one did not notice in former years. There begins to be something personal about it.

I am convinced that it is not the fear of death, of our lives ending that haunts our sleep so much as the fear... that as far as the world is concerned, we might as well never have lived.