Best 9776 quotes in «death quotes» category

For the dead there are no more toils.

For the gift of life, the only true thanks was in living fully, and facing death with honor.

For the sake of goodness and love, man shall let death have no sovereignty over his thoughts.

For the world is founded and built up on death, and the reality of death is neither to be questioned nor feared. Death is a dark dream, but it is not a nightmare. It is mankind's lack of pity, mankind's fatal propensity for torture, that is the nightmare.

For those who live neither with religious consolations about death nor with a sense of death (or of anything else) as natural, death is the obscene mystery, the ultimate affront, the thing that cannot be controlled. It can only be denied.

For 'Tis not in mere death that men die most.

For though Death be a dark passage, it leads to immortality, and that is recompence enough for suffering of it.

For want of timely care Millions have died of medicable wounds.

For we must bear in mind that the greater number of garden pictures known to us are taken from tombs.

For whose sake did you live, for whose sake did you die? Forgive me, baby, for what I didn't do.

For women who do not love us, as for the "disappeared", knowing that we no longer have any hope does not prevent us form continuing to wait. We live on our guard, on watch; women whose son has gone asea on a dangerous exploration imagine at any minute, although it has long been certain that he has perished, that he will enter, miraculously saved, and healthy.

Freedom from slavery is achieved only when a person starts to feel and understand that he would prefer death to life as a slave.

Friends you have, people you love, die and are born again.

From a Buddhist point of view, the actual experience of death is very important. Although how or where we will be reborn is generally dependent on karmic forces, our state of mind at the time of death can influence the quality of our next rebirth. So at the moment of death, in spite of the great variety of karmas we have accumulated, if we make a special effort to generate a virtuous state of mind, we may strengthen and activate a virtuous karma, and so bring about a happy rebirth.

From a proud tower in the town, Death looks gigantically down.

From dust thou art to dust returneth, was not spoken of the soul.

From joy people are born; for joy they live; in joy they melt at death. Death is an ecstasy, for it removes the burden of the body and frees the soul of all pain springing from body identification. It is the cessation of pain and sorrow.

From the point of view of the species, death is part of this whole process. You could say that species have evolved in such a way that individual members last a certain time. Perhaps a certain kind of species would be better able to survive if the individuals didn't last too long. Other kinds could last longer.

Funeral: a pageant whereby we attest our respect for the dead by enriching the undertaker, and strengthen our grief by an expenditure that deepens our groans and doubles our tears.

Funerals are important rituals. They don't just recognize that a life has ended; they recognize that a life was lived.

Funny how gentle people get with you once you're dead.

Gags die, humor doesn't.

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a flying: And this same flower that smiles to day, Tomorrow will be dying.

Generosity during life is a very different thing from generosity in the hour of death; one proceeds from genuine liberality and benevolence, the other from pride or fear.

George Harrison's passing was really sad, but it does make the afterlife seem much more attractive.

Gently - so have good men taught - Gently, and without grief, the old shall glide Into the new; the eternal flow of things, Like a bright river of the fields of heaven, Shall journey onward in perpetual peace.

Give me a paper and pen, so I can write about my life of sin. A couple of bottles of gin, in case I don't get in.

God gives quietness at last.

God buries His workmen but carries on His work.

God bless... God damn.

God himself took a day to rest in, and a good man's grave is his Sabbath.

God hates the LUKEWARM GOSPEL OF HALF-TRUTHS that is now spreading over the Globe. This gospel says, 'Just believe in Jesus and you'll be Saved. There's nothing more to it.' It ignores the Whole Counsel of God, which speaks of Repenting from former Sins, of Taking up your Cross, of being conformed to the Image of Christ by the refining work of the Holy Spirit. It is totally silent about the Reality of Hell and an After-Death Judgment.

God is dead, God remains dead, and we have killed him.

God is favorable to those whom he makes to die by degrees; 'tis the only benefit of old age. The last death will be so much the less painful: it will kill but a quarter of a man or but half a one at most.

Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the Styrofoam cup-they all die. So do we.

Golden lads and girls all must as chimney sweepers come to dust.

Going out into life--that is dying. Christ is the door out of life.

Good design is good business.

Good bye, proud world! I'm going home; Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine

Good God! how often are we to die before we go quite off this stage? In every friend we lose a part of ourselves, and the best part.

Good men but see death, the wicked taste it.

Good news for senior citizens: Death is near!

Government and cooperation are in all things the laws of life. Anarchy and competition, the laws of death.

Go, stranger, and tell the Lacedaemonians that here we lie, obedient to their commands.

Great deeds are usually wrought at great risks.

Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.

Grief is not a disorder, a disease or sign of weakness. It is an emotional, physical and spiritual necessity, the price you pay for love. The only cure for grief is to grieve.

Grief that is dazed and speechless is out of fashion: the modern woman mourns her husband loudly and tells you the whole story of his death, which distresses her so much that she forgets not the slightest detail about it.

Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.

Growing old was simply a process of drawing closer to that ultimate independence called death.