Best 9776 quotes in «death quotes» category

I realized that I had died and been reborn numberless times but just didn't remember because the transitions from life to death and back are so ghostly easy, a magical action for naught, like falling asleep and waking up again a million times, the utter casualness and deep ignorance of it.

I really wanted to die at certain periods in my life. Death was like love, a romantic escape. I took pills because I didn't want to throw myself off my balcony and know people would photograph me lying dead below

I regret not death. I am going to meet my friends in another world.

I remember how people would often come to see my master Jamyang Khyentse simply to ask for his guidance for the moment of death. He was so loved and revered throughout Tibet, especially in the eastern province of Kham, that some would travel for months on end to meet him and get his blessing just once before they died. All my masters would give this as their advice, for this is the essence of what is needed as you come to die: "Be free of attachment and aversion. Keep your mind pure. And unite your mind with Buddha.

I saw few die of hunger; of eating, a hundred thousand.

I say quite deliberately that the Christian religion, as organized in its Churches, has been and still is the principal enemy of moral progress in the world.

Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.

Is childhood ever long enough, or a happy time, or even a beautiful summer day? All of these carry the seeds of the same fierce mystery that we call death.

I see Hermes, unsuspected, dying, well-beloved, saying to the people, "Do not weep for me, This is not my true country, I have lived banished from my true country - I now go back there, I return to the celestial sphere where every one goes in his turn.

I see that you have made three spelling mistakes.

I see that I am to wait for what will be exhibited by death.

I shall soon be laid in the quiet grave--thank God for the quiet grave--O! I can feel the cold earth upon me--the daisies growing over me--O for this quiet--it will be my first.

I shall have more to say when I am dead.

I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived.

I shall soon be laid in the quiet grave - thank God for the quiet grave

I shall venture to affirm, that there never was a popular religion, which represented the state of departed souls in such a light,as would render it eligible for human kind, that there should be such a state. These fine models of religion are the mere product of philosophy. For as death lies between the eye and the prospect of futurity, that event is so shocking to nature, that it must throw a gloom on all the regions which lie beyond it; and suggest to the generality of mankind the idea of Cerberus and Furies; devils, and torrents of fire and brimstone.

Is it courage in a dying man to go, in weakness and in agony, to affront an almighty and eternal God?

Is it then so sad a thing to die?

Is man one of God's blunders? Or is God one of man's blunders?

Is life a pregnancy? That would make death a birth.

Isn't death the boundary we need?

[I support] term limits for career politicians and the death penalty for career politicians.

I stay a little longer, as one stays, to cover up the embers that still burn.

I still live. Pretty.

It becomes an emperor to die standing (i.e., "in harness"). [Lat., Decet imperatorem statem mori.]

It always comes down to just two choices. Get busy living, or get busy dying.

It ain't those parts of the Bible that I can't understand that bother me, it is the parts that I do understand.

It cost about 75 cents to kill a man in Ceasar's time. The price rose to about $3,000 per man during the Napoleonic wars; to $5,000 in the American Civil War; and then to $21,000 per man in World War I. Estimates for the future wars indicate that it may cost the warring countries not less than $50,000 for each man killed.

It costs me never a stab nor squirm / To tread by chance upon a worm. / Aha, my little dear, / I say, Your clan will pay me back one day.

It has been reported that I was seriously ill--it was another man; dying--it was another man; dead--the other man again...As far as I can see, nothing remains to be reported, except that I have become a foreigner. When you hear it, don't you believe it. And don't take the trouble to deny it. Merely just raise the American flag on our house in Hartford and let it talk.

It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.

It hath been often said, that it is not death, but dying, which is terrible.

I think immortality is the passing of a soul through many lives or experiences, and such as are truly lived, used and learned, help on to the next, each growing richer, happier and higher, carrying with it only the real memories of what has gone before.

I think death has a right to its own courage and dignity and self-respect.

I think it perfectly just, that he who, from the love of experiment, quits an approved for an uncertain practice, should suffer the full penalty of Egyptian law against medical innovation; as I would consign to the pillory, the wretch, who out of regard to his character, that is, to his fees, should follow the routine, when, from constant experience he is sure that his patient will die under it, provided any, not inhuman, deviation would give his patient a chance.

I think it is impossible for human minds to think of Death as a final, irrevocable end to life.

I think more people would be alive today if there were a death penalty.

I think on death as the apparent end of the illusions that encompass us. They all have a sudden and unexpected end, that challenges any faith we have pinned to their worth.

I think of death as some delightful journey that I shall take when all my tasks are done.

It is a cruel folly to offer up to ostentation so many lives of creatures, as to make up the state of our treats.

I think sometimes - do not we all? - that perhaps the present year is my last year and that all my busyness is foolish.

I think we should look forward to death more than we do. Of course everybody hates to go to bed or miss anything, but dying is really the only chance we'll get to rest.

I thoroughly disapprove of duels. If a man should challenge me, I would take him kindly and forgivingly by the hand and lead him to a quiet place and kill him.

I thought of all that worked dark pits Of war, and died Digging the rock where Death reputes Peace lies indeed.

It is a masterpiece of the devil to make us believe that children cannot understand religion. Would Christ have made a child the standard of faith if He had known that it was not capable of understanding His words?

It is a modest creed, and yet Pleasant if one considers it, To own that death itself must be, Like all the rest, a mockery.

It is a solemn thought: dead, the noblest man's meat is inferior to pork.

It is a pity we do not die when our lives are finished.

I think there is a new awareness in this 21st century that design is as important to where and how we live as it is for museums, concert halls and civic buildings.

I think we never become really and genuinely our entire and honest selves until we are dead--and not then until we have been dead years and years. People ought to start dead, and they would be honest so much earlier.