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When we practice dying, we are learning to identify less with Ego and more with SoulThis is quotes copyright © By Pumpkin Limited

When we see the wholeness of being born, living, and dying, there is a joy in living and a grace in dying.

When we unravel the theological tomes of the ages, the makeup of God becomes quite clear.  God is a human being without human limitations who is read into the heavens.  We disguised this process by suggesting that the reason God was so much like a human being was that the human beings were in fact created in God's image.  However, we now recognize that if was the other way around.  The God of theism came into being as a human creation.  As such, this God, too, was mortal and is now dying.

When we usually think of fears, in comics or in films, it's most often fears on a relatively superficial level: fear of murderous insects, of ghosts, of zombies, or even fear of dying.

When you are a journalist in the music business, as I was, you end up dying or going to the gym - I chose the gym.

When you don't believe in anything except not dying, you don't really believe in anything.

When you know you are dying, self-deceptions fly from your bedside like embers off a bonfire.

When you know that something is dying inside you, you learn not to put much trust in the random vitalities of the fleeting moment.

When you're 18, you're just so busy being scared and having fun - a crazy mixture - that you never thought of dying.

When your partner gets cancer, then life changes. Your timetable and reference for your normal routines and the way you view life, all this changes. Because you're dealing with death. You're dealing with the possibility of death and dying.

When you see someone dying in front of you from a direct and simple cause, it's easier to deal with [that] than famine or drought or a more indirect cause. It's overwhelming and frightening and kind of distant, but we do see it every day with plants and animals and species dying.

Where are the feasts we were promised? Where is the wine, the new wine, dying on the vine.

When you were born the world was smiling, and you cry, because living a life so that you are dying smiled, cried and the world.

Where I am death is not, where death is I am not.

Wherever humans garden magnificently, there are magnificent heartbreaks.

Where there's life, death is inevitable. Dying's easy; it's living that's hard. The harder it gets, the stronger the will to live. And the greater the fear of death, the greater the struggle to keep on living.

While everything around me is ever changing, ever dying, there is underlying that change a living power that is changeless, that holds all together, that creates, dissolves and recreates.... For I can see in the midst of death, life persists, in the midst of untruth, truth persists, in the midst of darkness light persists.

While it is all very well to distinguish happiness that is transient from that which is lasting, between ephemeral and genuine happiness, the only happiness it is meaningful to speak of when a person is dying from thirst is access to water.

While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.

Whoever lives among many evils just as I, how can dying not be a source of gain?

Why am I dying to live if I'm just living to die.

Why anyone, by dying, should thereby be declared beyond criticism, innocent of wrongdoing, suddenly filled with virtue and above reproach escapes me.

Why are people more appalled at what they term an unnatural form of dying than by an unnatural form of living?

Who would prefer peace to the glory of hunger and thirst, of wading through mud, and dying in the service of one's country?

Why, do you not know, then, that the origin of all human evils, and of baseness, and cowardice, is not death, but rather the fear of death?

Why do dying people never shed tears?

Why do there have to be men like that, men who enjoy another man's dying?

Why go for a costly, sickly, mass-produced purebred when shelters are full of one-of-a-kind mixed breeds who are literally dying for a home?

Why is it we have so little choice? We live like the lowliest worms. Always defeated - defeated we make dinner, we eat, we sleep. Everyone we love is dying. Sill, to cease living is unacceptable.

Why exactly are we so frightened of death that we avoid looking at it altogether? Somewhere, deep down, we know we cannot avoid facing death forever. We know, in Milarepa's words: "This thing called 'corpse' we dread so much is living with us here and now.

Why, in our "free" country, do Americans meekly stand aside and let the state limit our choices, even when we are dying?

Why should I be worried about dying? It's not going to happen in my lifetime!

Why worry about these small, small things? I don't stress. You never hear of anyone dying of happiness.

Why was everyone dying? They had all been so alive just yesterday.

Why, the only reason for religion is that it can make you, keep you safe. If religion weren't true, then there would be no salvation, no comfort for being alive and alone, there would be nothing but living and dying - no, that cannot be so ... of course religion is true and will save me.

Without question, dying on 'Lost' was the best thing I have ever done in my entire career.

Without a daily supply of proteins, vitamins, and minerals, no matter how much energy we get in the form of calories, our bodies and minds deteriorate because we are not able to fully replace the dying cells in our internal and external organs.

Will: "You are not really dying, are you?" Jem: "So they tell me." Will: "I am sorry." Jem: "No. Don’t be ordinary like that. Don’t say you’re sorry. Say you’ll train with me." Will: "I’ll train with you.

Woe is me. Me thinks I'm turning into a god.

With the newspaper strike on, I wouldn't consider dying.

Woe, woe, woe... in a little while we shall all be dead. Therefore let us behave as though we were dead already.

Write plays that matter. Raise the stakes. Shout, yell, holler, but make yourself heard. It's time for playwrights to reclaim the theatre. We do that by speaking from the heart about the things that matter most to us. If a play isn't worth dying for, maybe it isn't worth writing.

Work is about a search for daily meaning as well as daily bread, for recognition as well as cash, for astonishment rather than torpor; in short, for a sort of life rather than a Monday through Friday sort of dying.

Worry is yet another side effect of dying.

Write as if you were dying. At the same time, assume you write for an audience consisting solely of terminal patients. That is, after all, the case. What would you begin writing if you knew you would die soon? What could you say to a dying person that would not enrage by its triviality?

Yes, it's tough, but not as tough as doing comedy.

You can have your own watch and always doubt it. If I had a watch I'd probably always be doubting it or the batteries would be dying. I just know that people always have trouble with their watches, and that's why I like public clocks.

You can have an interesting story about a person living an interesting life. And if it's done well, that is just as engaging as the end of the world. A million people dying - we can't process. One person, we can process.

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent, a day's march nearer home.

You better get busy living, because dying's a pain in the ass.