Best 9776 quotes in «death quotes» category

To me, man means awareness of death. I am not saying become afraid of death; that is not awareness. Just be aware of the fact that death is coming nearer and nearer and you have to be prepared for it.

To neglect at any time preparation for death is to sleep on our post at a siege; to omit it in old age is to sleep at an attack.

To my mind, there are two things that, in life, you can do about death. Either you can choose to ignore it, in which case you may have some success in making the idea of it go away for a limited period of time, or you can confront the prospect of your own death and try to analyze it and, in so doing, try to minimize some of the inevitable suffering that it causes. Neither way can you actually overcome it.

To mourn deeply for the death of another loosens from myself the petty desire for, and the animal adherence to life. We have gained the end of the philosopher, and view without shrinking the coffin and the pall.

To not think of dying, is to not think of living.

Too busy with the crowded hour to fear to live or die.

Too many people are thinking of security instead of opportunity. They seem to be more afraid of life than death.

To perceive that form reveals the void, and to see that the void reveals form, is the secret for the overcoming of death. To the extent that one is unaware of space, one is unaware of one's own eternity — it's the same thing!

To please men and to kill parasites are the only uses tobacco-its ultimate effects are the same in both cases.

To put it crudely but graphically, the monkey who did not have a realistic perception of the tree branch he jumped for was soon a dead monkey-and therefore did not become one of our ancestors.

To quit this troubled world is better than to enter it: the rosebud enters the garden with straitened heart and departs smiling.

To rest upon a formula is a slumber that, prolonged, means death.

To the Christian death is the exchanging of a tent for a building.

To take arms against a sea of troubles.

To the death with honor, shoulder to shoulder, and no one gets closer to a Stepson than his partner.

To the last day of your life, be positive; try to be cheerful. Even at the very end, don't think, "I am finished." Instead of pitying yourself, you should be thinking, "O ye who are left on this desolate shore still to mourn and deplore, it is I who pity you." Death will not give you any trouble if you have a clear conscience; and if you go with this thought: "Lord, I am in Thy hands.

To the fuki plant, dandelions, and their kind that lie for long patiently under the fallen snow, comes the season of breezy spring. No sooner do they see the light of the world, stretching their longing heads out from the cracks in the snow, than they are instantly nipped off. For these plants isn't the sorrow as deep as that of the child's parents whose child had accidentally died? They say everything in the plant and tree kingdom attains Buddhahood. Then they, too, must have Buddha-nature.

To you who have never died, may I say: Welcome to the world!

Tradition is the living faith of the dead. Traditionalism is the dead faith of the living.

Tradition demands that we not speak poorly of the dead.

Trust to a plank, draw precarious breath, At most seven inches from the jaws of death.

Truth sits upon the lips of dying men.

Twilight and evening bell, and after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell when I embark.

Unsubstantial Death is amorous.

Two months ago my mother died. She made, as the expression goes, a good death.

Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I lay me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be: Home is the sailor, home from the sea, And the hunter home from the hill.

Unjustly men hate death, which is the greatest defence against their many ills.

Upon the great questions of origin, of destiny, of immortality, of . . . other worlds, every honest man must say, 'I do not know.' Upon these questions, this is the creed of intelligence.

Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.

Unless a writer is extremely old when he dies, in which case he has probably become a neglected institution, his death must always seem untimely.

Various accounts of Empedocle's death are given in ancient sources. His enemies said that his desire to be thought a god led him to throw himself into the crater of Mount Etna so that he might vanish from the world completely and thus lead men to believe he had achieved apotheosis. Unfortunately the volcano defeated his design by throwing out one of the philosopher's sandals.

Vain vision! when the changing world each day Sees some such lordly pleasance pass away; When the mere stripling knows my symbols all Worn tokes, heaven hypothetical, Nature indifferent, and the dreams of men Figments of longing which we must condemn. Yet keep these plants, O Man! a kinder time May yet be moved by them to better rhyme, Or moved, like me, to place his pleasure low, On the firm Earth, whence Men and Blossoms grow.

Végre nem butulok tovább (I've finally stopped getting dumber).

Virtue alone has majesty in death.

Walk with the dead For fear of death.

War is death's feast.

Water, earth, air, fire, and the other parts of this structure of mine are no more instruments of your life than instruments of your death. Why do you fear your last day? It contributes no more to your death than each of the others. The last step does not cause the fatigue, but reveals it. All days travel toward death, the last one reaches it.

Wasting time is worse than death, because death separates you from this world whereas wasting time separates you from Allah

We all have to die some day, if we live long enough.

[W]e all lie down in our bed of earth as sure to wake as ever we can be to shut our eyes.

We all do fade as a leaf.

We all labour against our own cure, for death is the cure of all diseases.

We all of us waited for him to die. The family sent him a check every month, and hoped he'd get on with it quietly, without too much vulgar fuss.

We all owe life a death, an inevitable death which we can meet. But the unnecessary death that wastes life denies all consolation.

We all try to escape pain and death, while we seek what is pleasant.

We are all bound thither; we are hastening to the same common goal. Black death calls all things under the sway of its laws. [Lat., Tendimus huc omnes; metam properamus ad unam. Omnia sub leges mors vocat atra suas.]

We are afraid of the known and afraid of the unknown. That is our daily life and in that there is no hope, and therefore every form of philosophy, every form of theological concept, is merely an escape from the actual reality of what is. All outward forms of change brought about by wars, revolutions, reformations, laws and ideologies have failed completely to change the basic nature of man and therefore of society.

We are all compelled to take the same road; from the urn of death, shaken for all, sooner or later the lot must come forth. [Lat., Omnes eodem cogimur; omnium Versatur urna serius, ocius Sors exitura.]

We are all dead men on leave.

We are all full of weakness and errors; let us mutually pardon each other our follies - it is the first law of nature.