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As Elisabeth Elliot points out, not even dying a martyr’s death is classified as extraordinary obedience when you are following a Savior who died on a cross. Suddenly a martyr’s death seems like normal obedience.

As estimated, you died. Things marched, sufficient, to that end. Just so much Zyklon and leather, patented terror, so many routine cries.

As deaths have accumulated I have begun to think of life and death as a set of balance scales. When one is young, the scale is heavily tipped toward the living. With the first death, the first consciousness of death, the counter scale begins to fall. Death by death, the scales shift weight until what was unthinkable becomes merely a matter of gravity and the fall into death becomes an easy step.

ashes or diamonds foe or friend we're all equal in the end

A short death is the sovereign good hap of human life.

As I go into a cemetery I like to think of the time when the dead shall rise from their graves. ... Thank God, our friends are not buried; they are only sown!

A simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death?

Ask yourself these two questions: Do I remember at every moment that I am dying, and that everyone and everything else is, and so treat all beings at all times with compassion? Has my understanding of death and impermanence become so keen and so urgent that I am devoting every second to the pursuit of enlightenment? If you can answer "yes" to both of these, then you really understand impermanence.

ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee

As long as you are not aware of the continual law of Die and Be Again, you are merely a vague guest on a dark Earth.

As more people become more intelligent they care less for preachers and more for teachers.

As o'er the stormy sea of human Life We sail, until our anchor'd spirits rest In the far haven of Eternity.

Assassination is the extreme form of censorship.

As soldiers we have few saving graces. Perhaps our willingness to die for what we believe in is all that matters.

As soon as one does not kill oneself, one must keep silent about life.

As the films of clay are removed from our eyes, Death loses the false aspect of the spectre, and we fall at last into its arms as a wearied child upon the bosom of its mother.

As the woodpecker taps in a spiral quest From the root to the top of the tree, Then flies to another tree, So have I bored into life to find what lay therein, And now it is time to die, And I will fly to another tree.

A suicide kills two people, that's what it's for!

At birth man is offered only one choice --the choice of his death. But if this choice is governed by distaste for his own existence, his life will never have been more than meaningless.

At every moment in our lives we need compassion, but what more urgent moment could there be than when we are dying? What more wonderful and consoling gift could you give to dying people than the knowledge that they are being prayed for, and that you are taking on their suffering and purifying their negative karma through your practice for them?

At great periods you have always felt, deep within you, the temptation to commit suicide. You gave yourself to it, breached your own defenses. You were a child. The idea of suicide was a protest against life; by dying, you would escape this longing for death.

A tomb now suffices him for whom the whole world was not sufficient.

At my age, I'm often asked if I'm frightened of death and my reply is always, I can't remember being frightened of birth.

A Toad, can die of Light - Death is the Common Right Of Toads and Men

At physical death man loses his consciousness of the flesh and becomes conscious of his astral body in the astral world. Thus physical death is astral birth. Later, he passes from the consciousness of luminous astral birth to the consciousness of dark astral death and awakens in a new physical body. Thus astral death is physical birth. These recurrent cycles of physical and astral encasements are the ineluctable destiny of all unenlightened men.

At the end of your life, you're lucky if you die.

At the moment of death, there are two things that count: whatever we have done in our lives, and what state of mind we are in at that very moment. Even if we have accumulated a lot of negative karma, if we are able to make a real change of heart at the moment of death, it can decisively influence our future, and transform our karma, for the moment of death is an exceptionally powerful opportunity to purify karma.

At the end of our life our questions are simple: Did I live fully? Did I love well?

At the time of death we walk through a doorway and our spirit, which is very thin, slides through into another world.

A well-spent day brings happy sleep.

Attraction and aversion create a sense of self. There is no self. They are just thoughts. They are insubstantial. When you die, all the ideas of self will go away.

Authority forgets a dying king.

A warrior thinks of death when things become unclear. The idea of death is the only thing that tempers our spirit.

A warrior considers himself already dead, so there is nothing to lose. The worst has already happened to him, therefore he's clear and calm; judging him by his acts or by his words, one would never suspect that he has witnessed everything.

A year after Hemingway died on the front page, Faulkner went off after a binge, as if dying was nobody's business but his own.

Ay, but to die, and go we know not where.

Ay, but to die and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstrution and to rot; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendant world.

Beauty is fading, nor is fortune stable; sooner or later death comes to all.

Baby, this town rips the bones from our back it's a death trap, it's a suicide rap. We got to get out while we're young.

Be certain that you do not die without having done something wonderful for humanity.

Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.

Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.

Before a man dies, hold back and call him not happy but lucky.

Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more, perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps 20. And yet it all seems limitless.

Before me now there is only one real fact -- Death. The truth I have been seeking -- this truth is Death. Yet Death is also a seeker. Forever seeking me. So -- we have met at last. And I am prepared. I am at peace. Because I will conquer death with death.

Before I go to meet my Maker, I want to use the salt left in my shaker. I want to find out if it's true The Blue Danube is really blue, Before I kiss the world goodbye.

Bereavement is the deepest initiation into the mysteries of human life, an initiation more searching and profound than even happy love.

Being dead will be no different from being unborn -- I shall be just as I was in the time of William the Conqueror or the dinosaurs or the trilobites. There is nothing to fear in that.

Be not as one that hath ten thousand years to live; death is nigh at hand: while thou livest, while thou hast time, be good.

Begin thinking of death and you are no longer sure of your life. It's a Hebrew proverb.