Best 9776 quotes in «death quotes» category

The way he treated me & the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other & our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday.

... the way we view death determines, to a surprising degree, the way we live our lives.

The way to see by faith is to shut the eye of reason: The Morning Daylight appears plainer when you put out your Candle.

The way you get through tragedy is to look at the good things in life.

The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay on nature is a paradise, to what we fear of death.

The Westerly Wind asserting his sway from the south-west quarter is often like a monarch gone mad, driving forth with wild imprecations the most faithful of his courtiers to shipwreck, disaster, and death.

The whole earth, perpetually steeped in blood, is nothing but an immense altar on which every living thing must be sacrificed without end, without restraint, without respite until the consummation of the world, the extinction of evil, the death of death.

The whole life of a philosopher is the meditation of his death.

The wise are unaffected either by death or life. These are but faces of the same coin.

The wise man seeks death all his life, and for this reason death is not terrifying to him.

The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath, And after many summer dies the swan. Me only cruel immortality Consumes: I wither slowly in thine arms, Here at the quiet limit of the world.

The world is dying for want, not of good preaching, but of good hearing.

The world is a fine place and worth the fighting for and I hate very much to leave it.

The world is the mirror of myself dying.

The world somehow is always the same. The only thing that can improve is the individual life. One can live a good life. One can give life a meaning. Either by drinking oneself to death or by painting oneself to death or by loving oneself to death.

The worst, most insidious effect of censorship is that, in the end, it can deaden the imagination of the people. Where there is no debate, it is hard to go on remembering, every day, that there is a suppressed side to every argument.

They are not long, the days of wine and roses. Out of a misty dream, our path emerges for a while, then closes, within a dream.

They can rule the world while they can persuade us our pain belongs in some order is death by famine worse than death by suicide, than a life of famine and suicide...?

They live ill who expect to live always.

They must be cool but determined...he threatened instant death to any man who showed cowardice.

They really are bad shots.

They say death comes like a thief in the night, where is he? I'll hug his neck.

They say the day you die your name is written on a cloud.

They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old. Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning we will remember them.

They say such nice things about people at their funerals that it makes me sad that I'm going to miss mine by just a few days.

They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it. Death cannot kill what never dies.

They tell us that suicide is the greatest piece of cowardice... that suicide is wrong; when it is quite obvious that there is nothing in the world to which every man has a more unassailable title than to his own life and person.

Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires; I have lost friends, some by death... others through sheer inability to cross the street.

Think about it: Heart disease and diabetes, which account for more deaths in the U.S. and worldwide than everything else combined, are completely preventable by making comprehensive lifestyle changes. Without drugs or surgery.

Thinking is like loving and dying. Each of us must do it for himself.

Think not disdainfully of death, but look on it with favor; for even death is one of the things that Nature wills.

This fell sergeant, Death, Is strict in his arrest.

This I ask, is it not madness to kill thyself in order to escape death? [Lat., Hic rogo non furor est ne moriare mori?]

This is a sharp medicine, but it is a physician for all diseases and miseries.

This is no time to make new enemies.

This is the fear: death will come and we have not lived yet. We are just preparing to live. Nothing is ready; life has not happened. We have not known the ecstasy which life is; we have not known the bliss life is; we have not known anything. We have just been breathing in and out. We have been just existing. Life has been just a hope and death is coming near. And if life has not yet happened and death happens before it, of course, obviously, we will be afraid because we would not like to die.

This is the real and urgent reason why we must prepare now to meet death wisely, to transform our karmic future, and to avoid the tragedy of falling into delusion again and again and repeating the painful round of birth and death. This life is the only time and place we can prepare in, and we can only truly prepare through spiritual practice: This is the inescapable message of the natural bardo of this life.

This is the Scroll of Thoth. Herein are set down the magic words by which Isis raised Osiris from the dead. Oh! Amon-Ra--Oh! God of Gods--Death is but the doorway to new life--We live today-we shall live again--In many forms shall we return-Oh, mighty one.

This particular nurse said, Cancer cells are those which have forgotten how to die. I was so struck by this statement.

This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper.

This long run is a misleading guide to current affairs. In the long run we are all dead. Economists set themselves too easy, too useless a task if in tempestuous seasons they can only tell us that when the storm is long past the ocean is flat again.

Those that God loves, do not live long.

This parrot is no more. It has ceased to be. It's expired and gone to meet its maker. This is a late parrot. It's a stiff. Bereft of life, it rests in peace. If you hadn't nailed it to the perch, it would be pushing up the daisies. It's rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. This is an ex-parrot.

Those only can thoroughly feel the meaning of death who know what is perfect love.

Thomas Jefferson survives.

Those who live to live forever, never fear dying.

Those who believe absurdities will commit atrocities.

Those who cannot live fully often become destroyers of life.

Those who have known death from inside lose all fear of death.

Those who look at the surface of the sea must behold the birth and death of the waves, but those who seek the depths of the ocean behold one indivisible mass of water. Similarly, those who acknowledge "life" and "death" are tossed by sorrow, while those who live in the illimitable superconsciousness behold and feel the One Ineffable Bliss.