Best 9776 quotes in «death quotes» category

One night awaits all, and death's path must be trodden once and for all.

One of my favorite games when I was a kid was 'murder/suicide'. Dad would show us a photo and ask us: 'Is it a murder or a suicide ?'

One is still what one is going to cease to be and already what one is going to become. One lives one's death, one dies one's life.

One of the near-death experience truths is that each person integrates their near-death experience into their own pre-existing belief system.

One has to pay dearly for immortality; one has to die several times while one is still alive.

One of the fathers saith . . . that old men go to death, and death comes to young men.

One regret dear world, that I am determined not to have when I am lying on my deathbed is that I did not kiss you enough.

One of the very important things that have to be learned around the time dying becomes a real prospect is to recognize those occasions when we have been useful in the world.

One of those heavenly days that cannot die.

One thinks one's something unique and wonderful at the center of the universe, when in fact one's just a slight interruption in the ongoing march of entropy.

One should part from life as Odysseus parted from Nausicaa-blessing it rather than in love with it.

One thing is sure, there are just two respectable ways to die. One is of old age, and the other is by accident.

One should always have one's boots on and be ready to leave.

One should die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly.

One who does not know when to die, does not know how to live.

Only death rescues us from dying.

Only death reveals what a nothing the body of man is.

Only the fairy tale equates changelessness with happiness...Permanence means paralysis and death. Only, in movement, with all its pain, is life.

Only the dead have seen the end of war.

Only the idea of death makes a warrior sufficiently detached so that he is capable of abandoning himself to anything. He knows his death is stalking him and won't give him time to cling to anything so he tries, without craving, all of everything.

Only the doctor and the judge have the right to inflict the death penalty without receiving the same.

Only those are fit to live who are not afraid to die.

Only one who has achieved immortality of awareness can laugh with life and laugh with death.

Only the young die good.

On limestone quarried near the spot By his command these words are cut: Cast a cold eye On life, on death. Horseman, pass by!

Only those persons who have lived, really lived, are ready, welcoming, receptive, thankful to death. Then death is not the enemy. Then death becomes the fulfillment.

On the subject of wild mushrooms, it is easy to tell who is an expert and who is not: The expert is the one who is still alive.

Opening to the power of intention, you begin knowing that conception, birth and death are all natural aspects of the energy field of creation.

On pain of death, no person be so bold.

[On Marilyn Monroe:] I think my response to her death was the common one: it came to me with the impact of a personal deprivation but I also felt it as I might a catastrophe in history or in nature; there was less in life, there was less of life, because she had ceased to exist. In her loss life itself had been injured.

ORPHAN, n. A living person whom death has deprived of the power of filial ingratitude . . .

Our care should not be to have lived long as to have lived enough.

Our Constitution is in actual operation; everything appears to promise that it will last; but in this world nothing is certain but death and taxes.

Only when a tree has fallen can you take the measure of it. It is the same with a man.

Optimists and pessimists die the exact same death, but they live very different lives!

Ordinary people seem not to realize that those who really apply themselves in the right way to philosophy are directly and of their own accord preparing themselves for dying and death.

Our fear of death is like our fear that summer will be short, but when we have had our swing of pleasure, our fill of fruit, and our swelter of heat, we say we have had our day.

Our birth is nothing but our death begun; As tapers waste, that instant they take fire.

Our immediate interests are after all of but small moment. It is what we do for the future, what we add to the sum of man's knowledge, that counts most. As someone has said, 'The individual withers and the world is more and more.' Man dies at 70, 80, or 90, or at some earlier age, but through his power of physical reproduction, and with the means that he has to transmit the results of effort to those who come after him, he may be said to be immortal.

Our Last Will and Testament, providing for the only future of which we can be reasonably certain, namely our own death, shows thatthe Will's need to will is no less strong than Reason's need to think; in both instances the mind transcends its own natural limitations, either by asking unanswerable questions or by projecting itself into a future which, for the willing subject, will never be.

Our life dreams the Utopia. Our death achieves the Ideal.

Our dead brothers and sisters still live for us and bid us think of life, not death-of life to which in their youth they lent the passion and glory of Spring. As I listen, the great chorus of life and joy begins again, and amid the awful orchestra of seen and unseen powers and destinies of good and evil, our trumpets sound once more a note of daring, hope, and will.

Our greatest prejudice is against death. It spans age, gender and race. We spend immeasurable amounts of energy fighting an event that will eventually triumph. Though it is noble not to give in easily, the most alive people I've ever met are those who embrace their death. They love, laugh and live more fully.

Our quaint metaphysical opinions, in an hour of anguish, are like playthings by the bedside of a child deathly sick.

Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven.

Our respect for the dead, when they are just dead, is something wonderful, and the way we show it more wonderful still. We show it with black feathers and black horses; we show it with black dresses and black heraldries; we show it with costly obelisks and sculptures of sorrow, which spoil half of our beautiful cathedrals. We show it with frightful gratings and vaults, and lids of dismal stone, in the midst of the quiet grass; and last, and not least, we show it by permitting ourselves to tell any number of falsehoods we think amiable or credible in the epitaph.

Our revenge is to live. We may be hunted like animals but we will not become animals. We have all chosen this - to live free, like human beings, for as long as we can. Each day of freedom is a victory. And if we die trying to live, at least we die like human beings.

Our repugnance to death increases in proportion to our consciousness of having lived in vain.

Our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this planet. We all breathe the same air. We all cherish our children's future. And we are all mortal.

Our souls are prisoners of the terror of death, and the day is beautiful.