Best 14 quotes in «near death quotes» category

We are all of us resigned to death: it's life we aren't resigned to.

I know what it felt . . . like when I . . . thought you were dead, and-" A small gasp for breath, and her eyes locked on his. "And I wouldn't do that to you." Her bosom fell and her eyes closed. It was a long moment before he could speak. "Thank ye, Sassenach," he whispered, and held her small, cold hand between his own and watched her breathe until the moon rose.

You look tired." "Yeah," I agreed, and shrugged. "Near-death experiences do that to me . . .

I am so glad that God miraculously save my life at near-death.

A magpie, seeing some light-colored object conspicuous on the empty slope, flew closer to look. but all that lay there was a splintered peg and a twisted length of wire.

One of the seats of emotion and memory in the brain is the amygdala, he explained. When something threatens your life, this area seems to kick into overdrive, recording every last detail of the experience. The more detailed the memory, the longer the moment seems to last. "This explains why we think that time speeds up when we grow older," Eagleman said--why childhood summers seem to go on forever, while old age slips by while we’re dozing. The more familiar the world becomes, the less information your brain writes down, and the more quickly time seems to pass.

Treasures are hidden and hard to find but if we could find a real treasure, it will shine our lives. In the similar way ultimate reality is hidden and hard to find but if we could find it, it will shine our lives.

I'm a really cautious person, so I don't let myself get into near-death experiences. I'm not into the idea of skydiving or anything.

After you die, you wear what you are.

As a neurosurgeon, I did not believe in the phenomenon of near-death experiences.

While Milke gingerly carried the packet of explosive across the lake, Paskell stood by the port watching. Milke surveyed the landscape with fine calculation, setting down the packet, moving it a few yards to the right, another few yards toward the defile. Finally satisfied, he looked back to Paskell for approval. Paskell signaled casually, and his hand fell against the detonation switch. He looked out toward Milke, hastily jumped into his [pressure] suit, let himself through the port, ran across the lake. Milke asked, "What's the trouble?" Paskell said, "That remote detonator doesn't work. I'd better take a look at it." Milke stared at him truculently. "How do you know it doesn't work?" Paskell made a vague gesture, knelt beside the packet, unfolded the wrapping. "You couldn't have just sensed it," Milke insisted. "Well, as a matter of fact, my hand accidentally hit the switch, and it didn't go off—so I though I'd better run out and see what was wrong." Milke seemed to sink in his suit. For a moment there was silence. "Ah," said Paskell. "Nothing very serious; I neglected to clip down the battery leads . . . .now it's ready to go—" "I'm going back to the ship," said Milke thickly.

You call it a near death experience, I call it a near life experience!

If you can't solve the puzzle, you're nothing but a loser. (Near)

Life is a near-death experience.