Best 9776 quotes in «death quotes» category

If you understand, if you see, if you can feel and experience that you are not separate from existence, that you are one with it, all fear of death disappears because there is nobody to die inside you. In the first place there is nobody at all, existence lives through you.

If you've got a nice fresh corpse, fetch him out!

If you wish to make a man look noble, your best course is to kill him. What superiority he may have inherited from his race, what superiority nature may have personally gifted him with, comes out in death.

If you would behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life. For life and death are one, even as the river and sea are one.

Ignore death up to the last moment; then, when it can't be ignored any longer, have yourself squirted full of morphia and shuffle off in a coma. Thoroughly sensible, humane and scientific, eh?

I had seen birth and death but had thought they were different.

I had reasoned this out in my mind, there was one of two things I had a right to, liberty or death; if I could not have one, I would have the other.

I hate funerals and would not attend my own if it could be avoided, but it is well for every man to stop once in a while to think of what sort of a collection of mourners he is training for his final event.

I hate funerals and would not attend my own if it could be avoided

I have absolutely no fear of death. From my near-death research and my personal experiences, death is, in my judgment, simply a transition into another kind of reality.

I have a certainty about eternity that is a wonderful thing, and I thank God for giving me that certainty. I do not fear death. I may fear a little bit about the process, but not death itself, because I think the moment that my spirit leaves this body, I will be in the presence of the Lord.

I have been alone since my husband died. I stay in my home. I don't date. It's hard to date when you're at home. Nobody knows you.

I have examined all of the known superstitions of the world and i do not find our superstitions of Christianity one redeeming feature. They are all founded on fables and mythology. Christianity has made one-half of the world fools and the other half Hypocrites

I like to think that people live on in other people's memories.

I have good hope that there is something after death.

I have heard that death takes us away from ill things, not from good. I have heard that when we pronounce the name of man we pronounce the belief of immortality.

I have lost friends, some by death...others by sheer inability to cross the street.

I have lived with the prospect of an early death for the last 49 years. I'm not afraid of death, but I'm in no hurry to die. I have so much I want to do first. I regard the brain as a computer which will stop working when its components fail. There is no heaven or afterlife for broken down computers; that is a fairy story for people afraid of the dark.

I have never killed any one, but I have read some obituary notices with great satisfaction.

I have no fear of death, except I hate waiting for it.

I have no more cheap morals to draw from all this death.

I have only one curiosity left: death.

I have recently been examining all the known superstitions of the world and do not find in our particular superstition [Christianity] one redeeming feature.

I have seen a thousand graves opened, and always perceived that whatever was gone, the teeth and hair remained of those who had died with them. Is not this odd? They go the very first things in youth and yet last the longest in the dust.

I hold the view that death is rather like changing one's clothes when they are torn and old. It is not an end in itself. Yet death is unpredictable-you do not know when and howT it will take place.

I hope and trust to meet you in Heaven, both white and black-both white and black.

I hope to die right in the middle of a song and right on the stage doing what I love to do. I hope to be about 120 when that happens.

I intend to live forever, or die trying.

I just do it for the niggas that's tryna see a million fo' they die

I just look at death as not a threat. It's inevitable, and I have an assurance of eternal life.

I keep thinking how young can you die from old age

I know a man who gave up smoking, drinking, sex, and rich food. He was healthy right up to the day he killed himself.

I know death is the fascinating snake under the leaves, sliding and sliding; I know the heart loves him too, can't turn away, can't break the spell. Everything wants to enter the slow thickness, aches to be peaceful finally and at any cost. Wants to be stone.

I know thou art gone to the home of thy rest-- Then why should my soul be so sad? I know thou art gone where the weary are blest, And the mourner looks up, and is glad; I know thou hast drank of the Lethe that flows In a land where they do not forget, That sheds over memory only repose, And takes from it only regret.

I know well there is no comfort for this pain of parting. The wound always remains, but one learns to bear the pain, and learns to thank God for what he gave. For the beautiful memories of the past, and the yet more beautiful hope for the future.

I learned early to keep death in my line of sight, keep it under surveillance, keep it on cleared ground and away from any brush where it might coil unnoticed.

I like people who can't die in their bed.

I like the body. I like to design everything to do with the body.

I like to look on the bright side: Every day I beat my own previous record for number of consecutive days I've stayed alive.

I'll be mellow when I'm dead.

I live now on borrowed time, waiting in the anteroom for the summons that will inevitably come. And then - I go on to the next thing, whatever it is. One doesn't, luckily, have to bother about that.

I'll never forget my grandmother's last words. She said 'What are you doing?'

I'll stand over your grave 'til I'm sure that you're dead.

I'll sleep well tonight

I look upon death to be as necessary to our constitution as sleep. We shall rise refreshed in the morning.

I love the fall. I love it because of the smells that you speak of; and also because things are dying, things that you don't have to take care of anymore, and the grass stops growing.

I'm afraid I'm being an awful nuisance.

I make it a kind of pious rule to go to every funeral to which I am invited, both as I wish to pay a proper respect to the dead, unless their characters have been bad, and as I would wish to have the funeral of my own near relations or of myself well attended.

I met my fathers in prison, they too a part of a scene; digging death.

I'm always relieved when someone is delivering a eulogy and I realize I'm listening to it.