Best 657 quotes in «life and death quotes» category

peace of mind and heart arrives when we accept what is: having been born into this strange life we must accept the wasted gamble of our days and take some satisfaction in the pleasure of leaving it all behind.

People don’t always value life, even their own, as much as they should.

People have a courage to die, but don't have a courage to live.

People those enjoy life never thought about death and those thought about death never enjoy life.

Perhaps that is why we love life so much, Anjin-san. You see, we have to. Death is part of our air and see and earth.

Perhaps we’re back at the frontiers only of science here, and there’s nothing supernatural about it – just the emergence, through a thinning divide, of physical space shared with all that’s thought dead and lost.

Personally I don’t endorse the notion of mortality. It’s fine for other folk, but I disapprove of the concept for me and my loved ones. Seems unfair that we’re not allowed to vote on the matter and not one of us is excused. Who made up that rule?" - Kinsey Millhone

Per tutti e per ognuno, l'universo esiste solo perché lui, lei o loro hanno una coscienza con cui concepirlo. Viviamo, perciò, entro i confini della nostra comprensione. Eliminate la coscienza ed eliminerete la grandiosa totalità del mondo.

Por menos valor que tenha a vida quando é desperdiçada, vale, contudo, a pena defendê-la. Se assim não fosse, não custaria abandoná-la.

Pour ma part, même s'il m'était difficile de l'admettre, je menais la vie de ceux qui choisissent obstinément de mourir, mais qui espèrent que le monde se chargera de la besogne.

Pram wasn't told the story of her birth. But even as a very small girl, she felt deep in her chest that she was alive and dead at the same time.

Prisoner of Her Own Captivity

Science gives us the ability to pull back the skin of life and reveal the truth of things. It allows us to understand the mysteries of mountain-making and falling stars. But knowledge isn't meant to be held as a weapon in a battle to defy our fates and manipulate life over death. Evil lodges too easily in men's hearts. What will happen if they assume the power to create life?

Say not: I live today, I shall die tomorrow. Divide not reality between life and death. Say: now I live and die.

Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you planned: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad.

She spent a great deal of time staring into space, oppressed by the sense that she was waiting. But waiting for what? She did not know. Surely someone would call, someone must be needing her. Yet each day proceeded like the one before. Nothing intense, nothing desperate, ever happened. Time did not move. The home, the city, the nation, and life itself were eternal; still she had a foreboding that one day, without warning and without pity, all the dear, important things would be destroyed.

She listens to the delicate fluttering of sparrows' wings, tiny messengers. The sound reminds her of life - struggling, beating, rising, flying, and now dissolving into space.

She promised him she would love him until she was physically unable to anymore and then after when all she could do was hold his photograph.

She sucked up her tears and sniffled one last time. She wasn’t really ready, but she knew she had to be. She wiped her cheeks dry and summoned up all the courage she could muster. This was a matter of life and death. These strangers she was with would sooner leave her behind than risk their lives for her. She had to be tough, at least, for now.

Seek, and you will find your loved one. And where you find your loved one? You will find something even greater...Yourself!

She sees tall, sensible Eleanor sitting out on a terrace at twilight, with bats circling above her head. She sees the Pargiter family rising and falling through the decades like swimmers battling the waves.’ Summer Lies Bleeding

Since your life evaporates quickly, it is wisdom to learn how to number your days. Not just to number your days but to make each passing day productive.

Some had come to look upon death as a mercy. Death meant warmth. Death was light. Life was cruel, cold, heavy and dark. Life was pain. Death was deliverance, and many would welcome it. Others doggedly clung to life and willed themselves to walk on.

-Skończyłam się. Wcale nie jestem smutna. Często się temu dziwiłam, ale nie miałam racji: dlaczegóż miałabym być smutna? Kiedyś byłam zdolna do dość pięknych namiętności. Namiętnie nienawidziłam swojej matki. A ciebie znowu – mówi z wyznaniem – ciebie kochałam namiętnie. Wszystko to oczywiście skończyło się. -Skąd o tym wiesz? -Wiem. Wiem, że już nigdy nie napotkam niczego i nikogo, kto mógłby wzbudzić moją namiętność. Wiesz, żeby móc kogoś pokochać, to całe przedsięwzięcie. Trzeba mieć energię, ciekawość, zaślepienie… jest nawet taka chwila na początku, kiedy trzeba przeskoczyć nad przepaścią: kto się zastanowi, nie zrobi tego. Wiem, że już nigdy nie skoczę. Obecnie żyję w otoczeniu moich martwych namiętności. Próbuję odnaleźć tę piękną wściekłość.

Someday you won't ever be seen again, but until then, make everyday an adventure.

Some people start to live when they die

Somethings are simply better left the way they are.

Sometimes the rope seems the only option when at the bottom of the pit. Climb it to safety.

Sometimes I Wonder Where Those Spirits Go After Departing From The Bodies, Then I Realize, They Are All Around Us, In The Nature, Full of Spirits In Different Forms....

Sometimes evil wins, nah, child. But it’s always fleeting. Just a temporary ripple in a sea of goodness, brought on by the carnal nature of greed ’n corruption. Sacrifice washes that ripple out in waves of love ’n light, and peace is found when justice is served, even for those who lose, ya hear?

The antidote to lifelong grief and suffering is a willingness to keep an open mind about everything.

Sure, cried the tenant men, but it's our land. We measured it and broke it up. We were born on it, and we got killed on it, died on it. Even if it's no good, it's still ours. That's what makes it ours-being born on it, working it, dying on it.

That night in bed I was thinking about the way creeks and streams operate. They start off little, gurgling and bubbling and jumping over rocks and stuff, full of energy, going all over the place. Then they get older and bigger, become rivers, take a more definite course, stick to their path, know where they're going, get slower and wider. And eventually they reach the ocean and become part of this vast mysterious world of water that stretches away forever. Yep, just like people.

Swiftly the remembrance of all things is buried in the gulf of eternity.

Te leven betekent strikt genomen niets anders dan dag voor dag zelfmoord op te schuiven.

That also which before was from the earth, passes back into the earth, and that which was sent from the borders of ether, is carried back and taken in again by the quarters of heaven. Death does not extinguish things in such a way as to destroy the bodies of matter, but only breaks up the union amongst them, and then joins anew the different elements with others; and thus it comes to pass that all things change their shapes and alter their colors and receive sensations and in a moment yield them up...

That's all any of us have in the end, isn't it? there is death ahead of all of us. And so we live.

The afterlife? Why do you think that you deserve another life? Have you done a great job with this one?" - On the Afterlife

The bell tolling not for us, it’s time for bluebells.

The cicadas buzzing, I can hear them through the window. Buzzing louder and louder. Just like the night I sat by the window in the dark, gasping for air, feeling the riddle wriggling in my chest, hearing the monster's heavy footsteps in my ears. And suddenly I know. What they do all those years living in the ground. The nymphs who are to become cicadas. Maybe they don’t know it themselves, but they are writing their song. Collecting the notes in the dark earth. The song rising to the sky, this is how it is, this is how it always is. The song floating toward the sky comes from the underworld.

The choice you make between hating and forgiving can be the story of your life

The circumstances surrounding your birth are not as important as the opportunity to live life.

The contented person finds rest in death, and for the greedy person, death puts an end to his long list of desires.

The dead only knows their world.

The days of our lives, for all of us, are numbered...We know that. And yes, there are certainly times when we aren't able to muster as much strength and patience as we would like. It's called being human. But I have found that in the simple act of living with hope, and in the daily effort to have a positive impact in the world, the days I do have are made all the more meaningful and precious. And for that I am grateful.

The day you are born is the day you start dying

The dead tread softly... And those stalking the living tread even more lightly.

The greatest fear in life is not of death, but unsolicited change.

The earth will always be the same - only cities and history will change, even nations will change, governments and governors will go, the things made by men's hands will go, buildings will always crumble - only the earth will remain the same, there will always be men on the earth in the morning, there will always be the things made by God's hands - and all this history of cities and congress now will go, all modern history is only a littering Babylon smoking under the sun, delaying the day when men again will have to return to earth, to the earth of life and God -

The greatest loss is the lost of life.