Best 37 quotes in «near death experience quotes» category

É a sensação de rodar, rodar, rodar, sem saber exatamente pra onde estava indo ou como se já estivesse no céu. Por que acredito totalmente que é pra lá que eu vou quando isso for decidido, quando for o momento. Eu não sabia o que estava acontecendo, porque eu não sabia como começou acontecer. Uma tarde de domingo, linda, maravilhosa, um sol belo, azul, 17h. Eu, ahn, ao contrário do que os homens pensam, eu dirijo muito bem. Porque pra dirigir Rio, São Paulo, Porto Alegre, precisa dirigir muito bem. Não tinha movimento e era incrível, era Domingo, era pra estar lotado de carros vindo da praia. Era verão. Dia 19 de dezembro de 1999, exatamente no dia que minha mãe se tivesse viva, estaria de aniversário. E eu vinha muito feliz, e eu estava indo muito feliz pra Santa Isabel, aonde esses amigos maravilhosos numa turnê que eu fiz com terapia sexual e que eles se tornaram amigos íntimos. Estávamos indo eu e a minha empresária, minha amiga querida, que hoje é minha amiga querida e não mais empresária, Berenice Lamônica, quando tudo começou a girar, girar, girar, girar e eu disse: "Berenice, segura, nós vamos bater". Nada mais me lembro! Nada mais me lembro! Apenas sei que foram horas e horas e horas e horas de resgate porque pensavam que eu estava realmente morta! (...) Eu tive sete vértebras realmente feridas, não pude nem mais fazer a novela, não pude mais nem...Eu tive que...Era natal, tive que ir com aquelas macas da Varig e tal, e realmente foi uma coisa terrível e foram meses e meses na cama de recuperação, foi uma coisa terrível. (...) Ah, eu tenho certeza absoluta que foi ele que me salvou! Aliás, a minha vida, eu digo: é uma antes do acidente e outra pós-acidente (...) A oração, sobretudo, a oração é que te recupera. E ali começou uma nova Leila, uma nova Leila! É esse Deus que me tirou dali, são esses anjos, esse Jesus Cristo meu irmão que me tirou dali. E um bom carro também, né, se pode falar! Se eu tivesse de um fusquinha que tem que empurrar - me desculpe os fusquinhas, acho ótimo - eu não estaria lá, com certeza. Não estaria mais aqui, eu seria também um anjo, tenho certeza. Porque tudo que eu faço na minha vida, sem pieguice, é tentar ser boa!

É a sensação de rodar, rodar, rodar sem saber exatamente para onde estava indo ou como se já estivesse no céu. Por que eu acredito totalmente que é pra lá que eu vou quando isso for decidido, quando for o momento. Eu não sabia o que estava acontecendo, porque eu não sabia como começou acontecer. Uma tarde de domingo, linda, maravilhosa, um sol belo, azul, 17h. Eu, ahn, ao contrário do que os homens pensam, dirijo muito bem. Porque pra dirigir Rio, São Paulo, Porto Alegre, precisa dirigir muito bem. Não tinha movimento e era incrível, era Domingo, era pra estar lotado de carros vindo da praia. Era verão. Dia 19 de dezembro de 1999, exatamente no dia que minha mãe se tivesse viva, estaria de aniversário. E eu estava muito feliz indo para Santa Isabel, aonde esses amigos maravilhosos numa turnê que eu fiz com terapia sexual e que eles se tornaram amigos íntimos. Estávamos indo eu e minha empresária, minha amiga querida, que hoje é minha amiga querida e não mais empresária, Berenice Lamonica, quando tudo começou a girar, girar, girar e eu disse: "Berenice, segura, nós vamos bater". Nada mais me lembro! Nada mais me lembro! Apenas que sei foram horas e horas e horas e horas de resgate porque pensaram que eu estava realmente morta.

I found myself back in the sepulchral city resenting the sight of people hurrying through the streets to filch a little money from each other, to devour their infamous cookery, to gulp their unwholesome beer, to dream their insignificant and silly dreams. They trespassed upon my thoughts. They were intruders whose knowledge of life was to me an irritating pretence, because I felt so sure they could not possibly know the things I knew. Their bearing, which was simply the bearing of commonplace individuals going about their business in the assurance of perfect safety, was offensive to me like the outrageous flauntings of folly in the faces of a danger it is unable to comprehend.

His eyesight was possessed by the colours of trauma, cracking and bubbling like an old Super Eight film to remind him of his near-death drowning some two months ago in that very moment when he needed to act.

I am so glad that God miraculously save my life at near-death.

I found myself whirling around and falling down and down. My life memories were spinning around me, flashing like thousands of brilliant pictures with bright cascading colors like a thousand tiny kaleidoscopes...

In Sarajevo in 1992, while being shown around the starved, bombarded city by the incomparable John Burns, I experienced four near misses in all, three of them in the course of one day. I certainly thought that the Bosnian cause was worth fighting for and worth defending, but I could not take myself seriously enough to imagine that my own demise would have forwarded the cause. (I also discovered that a famous jaunty Churchillism had its limits: the old war-lover wrote in one of his more youthful reminiscences that there is nothing so exhilarating as being shot at without result. In my case, the experience of a whirring, whizzing horror just missing my ear was indeed briefly exciting, but on reflection made me want above all to get to the airport. Catching the plane out with a whole skin is the best part by far.) Or suppose I had been hit by that mortar that burst with an awful shriek so near to me, and turned into a Catherine wheel of body-parts and (even worse) body-ingredients? Once again, I was moved above all not by the thought that my death would 'count,' but that it would not count in the least.

I have spent much of my life around death. I have sat with people as they died. I have listened to others relate near-death experiences. I have studied theology and am aware of what scriptures and religions say about life and death. And I have come to the conclusion that death is not to be feared. Moreover, when it is time for me to move out of this tenement in which I am housed, I intend to look forward to it joyfully.

Isn't the human body a miracle

In that nanosecond of enlightenment I knew that the human spirit survives the death of the physical body and I understood that my wandering soul needed to get back into its earthly habitat.

I really should talk to him. He's had a near-death experience!” "We all have. It's called living." (Hogfather)

I was surrounded by ripples and cascades of Light, rising and falling all around me, like immense waves in the middle of a huge ocean. I was a tiny girl-child, newborn.

I've thought a lot about suicide and near death experiences. I'm not saying I'm going to kill myself or anything. However, I've had a lot of passive thoughts about "what's the point?". I see life for what it is. We live, we procreate, we die. So the next gen can do it again. What's my purpose or point? Why bother? What do I have to live for? The near death experiences come in with me being curious about after life. If I knew I'd be okay would I just go there, would that change my mind about my purpose?

Jenny retained a flimsy essence of the truth. It was a quiet knowing she'd always hold in her heart...''Broken Mirror by Oliver Rixon

Jenny sensed the energy of the cosmos. It was like a harmonious orchestra vibrating the universe into existence.' Broken Mirror by Oliver Rixon

Nanak’s encounter of God and God’s court was in fact a profound hallucinatory Near-Death Experience caused by drowning that strengthened his pre-conceived notion of a rational, compassionate and unorthodox society.

Let's get going. I don't like being alone out here. The sooner we can blend in with the Imperial population the safer we'll be. It's not hard to cross here," Mari added as they waded through the stream. "We are fortunate," Alain told her. "It is more difficult downstream." She felt a shadow cross her mind. "Where that bridge was? Where you almost died?" "Yes." "I'm really proud of you for that, but don't do it again. I'm being selfish. I need you." Mari waved one finger at Alain. "Don't be a hero?" He regarded her impassively. "Even if you need a hero?

The coma carried me into a world where time and space seemed to vanish; it was a dreamlike existence in which people, places, and situations shifted as quickly as thoughts. I had a profound sense of being at a crossroads, a turning point, somewhere between death and life...

So, was the crime lab a reward for almost being killed?' 'No, it was a reward for not being Bryce,

SPIRITUAL BEINGS “God chooses to co-create with every being. In the spiritual realm, spiritual beings have important assignments within the constraints of divine rules. In other words, spiritual beings are not spending eternity lounging around on clouds.

Take life as it happens, but make it happen the way you want to take it.

Once, I heard a sound.

Since my first near-death experience, my sensitivity has become sharper, deeper and brighter!

There are some DID clients whose pathological dissociation was triggered by accidents or natural disasters. For example, I treated one client whose first alter was created after the young host accidentally fell off a raft and was pulled under by a strong wave. In sheer terror, she utilized her innate capacity to dissociate before she was rescued.

The recorder consisted of a biochip smaller than the head of a pin implanted into the hippocampus and nanosensors embedded throughout the body. Normally, the system lay dormant. But as soon as it detected severe deviations from the norm in various brain activity parameters - indicative of the stress caused by imminent death or great danger - the black-box would automatically contact the police and record the short-term memory in the hippocampus via molecular scanning. In the event of death, about one to two minutes of memories preceding the cessation of brain activity could be decrypted from the black box.

Treasures are hidden and hard to find but if we could find a real treasure, it will shine our lives. In the similar way ultimate reality is hidden and hard to find but if we could find it, it will shine our lives.

The transition from subject to observer was instantaneous, sensations, sights, and sounds changing from instruments of torment to a fascinating display of electronic signals. The spectra included thousands of frequencies, visual, audio and psi bands alike, each customized for a specific effect, a pseudo symphony for an audience of one.

The sensation that you experience in the body, is your spirit, but it’s so attached, that it’s hard to imagine, that the sensation can ever be separated from the physical body. In long hours of meditation, you can separate your sensation from the physical body.

Time’s relativity is considered and abandoned, for the more revelatory experiences of starlight in strands, and pearly floors that span as far as absolute compassion...

Unworthy as I am, he allowed me to go to heaven, and I know the next time I go there, I’ll stay.

You call it a near death experience, I call it a near life experience!

Whoever has experienced near-death, knows how gracious, it is to be alive.

Within a near-death experience, life changes, love grows and the universe moves into another world.

Don’t yell at me when I just survived a near-death experience. (Abbie)

I am profoundly moved and persuaded by the near-death experience.

I still live. Pretty.

Obituaries are like near-death experiences for cowards.