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Even when your body does nothing, sin can be active in your mind. When your soul inwardly repulses the evil one's attack by means of prayer, attention, remembrance of death, godly sorrow and mourning the body, too, takes its share of holiness, having acquired freedom from evil actions. This is what the Lord meant by saying that someone who cleans the outside of the cup has not cleansed it inside, but clean the inside and the whole cup will be clean

Everybody dies but not everybody lives.

Everybody dies, Sally. The thing is to die well.

Everybody is afraid of death for the simple reason that we have not tasted of life yet. The man who knows what life is, is never afraid of death; he welcomes death. Whenever death comes he hugs death, he embraces death, he welcomes death, he receives death as a guest. To the man who has not known what life is, death is an enemy; and to the man who knows what life is, death is the ultimate crescendo of life.

Everybody loves you when you're six foot in the ground.

Every day His servants are dying modestly and peacefully--not a word of victory on their lips; but Christ's deep triumph in their hearts--watching the slow progress of their own decay, and yet so far emancipated from personal anxiety that they are still able to think and plan for others, not knowing that they are doing any great thing. They die, and the world hears nothing of them; and yet theirs was the completest victory. They came to the battle field, the field to which they had been looking forward all their lives, and the enemy was not to be found. There was no foe to fight with.

Every contrivance of man, every tool, every instrument, every utensil, every article designed for use, of each and every kind, evolved from a very simple beginnings.

Every day in the mirror I watch death at work.

Every day, therefore, should be regulated as if it were the one that brings up the rear, the one that rounds out and completes our lives.

every death diminishes us, but those that leave differences unresolved and things unsaid are the most painful of all.

Every loss which we incur leaves behind it vexation in the memory, save the greatest loss of all, that is, death, which annihilates the memory, together with life.

Every man at time of Death, Would fain set forth some saying that may live After his death and better humankind; For death gives life's last word a power to live, And, lie the stone-cut epitaph, remain After the vanished voice, and speak to men.

Every man must do two things alone; he must do his own believing and his own dying.

Everyone designs who devises courses of action aimed at changing existing situations into preferred ones.

Everyone's saved, we're in the grave. See you there for afternoon tea.

Every parting gives a foretaste of death, every reunion a hint of the resurrection.

Every thing admonishes us how needlessly long life is.

Everything in the world finds peace - eventually.

Everything is ephemeral, both that which remembers and that which is remembered.

Everything you cherish Throws you over in the end Thorns will grab your ankles From the gardens that you tend.

Every tiny part of us cries out against the idea of dying, and hopes to live forever.

Except for the young or very happy, I can't say I am sorry for anyone who dies.

Every word affords me pain. Yet how sweet it would be if I could hear what the flowers have to say about death!

Every year lays more earth upon us, which weighs us down from aerial regions, till we go under the earth at last.

Failure too is a form of death.

Faith, Sir, we are here today and gone tomorrow.

Farewell, a long farewell to all my greatness! This is the state of man: today he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, tomorrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him: The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And - when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening - nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.

Families survive, one way or another. You have a tie, a connection that exists long after death, through many lifetimes.

Fate! Fate! All things pass away; Life is forever, youth is for a day. Love again if you may Before the stars are blown out of the sky And the crickets die; Babylon and Samarkand Are mud walls in a waste of sand.

Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame.They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.

Fear no more the heat o' th' sun Nor the furious winters' rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

Fear of death has been the greatest ally of tyranny past and present.

Fear of death increases in exact proportion to increase in wealth.

Fear; if allowed free rein, would reduce all of us to trembling shadows of men, for whom only death could bring release

Feeling funny in my mind, Lord I believe I'm fixing to die Well, I don't mind dying But I hate to leave my children crying Well, I look over yonder to that burying ground Look over yonder to that burying ground Sure seems lonesome, Lord, when the sun goes down

Fight death all your days, and die knowing you know nothing.

Few cross the river of time and are able to reach non-being. Most of them run up and down only on this side of the river. But those who when they know the law follow the path of the law, they shall reach the other shore and go beyond the realm of death.

Fishing is a pleasure of retirement, yet the angler has the power to let the fish live or die.

Firstly, there no such person as Death. Second, Death's this tall guy with a bone face, like a skeletal monk, with a scythe and an hourglass and a big white horse and a penchant for playing chess with Scandinavians. Third, he doesn't exist either.

Find what you love and let it kill you.

Folly, thou conquerest, and I must yield! Against stupidity the very gods Themselves contend in vain. Exalted reason, Resplendent daughter of the head divine, Wise foundress of the system of the world, Guide of the stars, who are thou then, if thou, Bound to the tail of folly's uncurb'd steed, Must, vainly shrieking, with the drunken crowd, Eyes open, plunge down headlong in the abyss.

For a single path leads to the house of Hades.

Foolish men imagine that because judgment for an evil thing is delayed, there is no justice; but only accident here below. Judgment for an evil thing is many times delayed some day or two, some century or two, but it is sure as life, it is sure as death.

For a courageous man cannot die dishonorably, a man who has attained the consulship cannot die before his time, a philosopher cannot die wretchedly.

For any culture which is primarily concerned with meaning, the study of death - the only certainty that life holds for us - must be central, for an understanding of death is the key to liberation in life.

For days after death hair and fingernails continue to grow, but phone calls taper off.

For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.

For death, Now I know, is that first breath Which our souls draw when we enter Life, which is of all life center.

For life in the present there is no death. Death is not an event in life. It is not a fact in the world.

For good undone, and gifts misspent, and resolutions vain