Best 657 quotes in «life and death quotes» category

And as much as I wanted to, I knew I couldn't turn around, that to look at her directly was to violate the laws of her world and mine; she had come to me the only way she could, and our eyes met in the glass for a long still moment; but just as she seemed about to speak - with what seemed a combination of amusement, affection, exasperation - a vapor rolled between us and I woke up.

and I pondered this curiously crazy life and the things I failed to grasp as a girl but thought I understood now as a softer, wiser woman I thought about life and death… I thought about tonight’s dinner menu too…

...and we go on living and breathing it into our lungs like fine dust. Until that time, I had understood death as something entirely separate from and independent of life. The hand of death is bound to take us, I had felt, but until the day it reaches out for us, it leaves us alone. This had seemed to me the simple, logical truth. Life is here, death is over there. I am here, not over there.

... and we held our breath, just for a moment, to see if the world had ended, but it hadn't, so we yawned and drank our champagne and carried on living, except for those of us who died, and everything continued such as before.

And this I know: all these things that now, while we are still in the war, sink down in us like a stone, after the war shall waken again, and then shall begin the disentanglement of life and death.

And the truth is only that we grow and die and wither even as this grass here.

A person, who has everything seeks life; A person,who has nothing ,seeks death; A person, who looks beyond everything seeks the meaning of life. To a person who gets everything in life, life is a boon, To a person who is deprived of everything in life, death is a boon. The richest of the rich seeks, life earnestly; The poorest of the poor seeks, death earnestly. If you know this: You will not follow, the world which gives and takes away money, You will follow, God who gives and takes away life.

A small event as tiny as a drop of a pin can change the direction of your entire life

As I witness the dead of beloved ones, it makes be become more conscious that life indeed has an end.

A smile to someone could make the difference between them going home and axe murdering their family or having a nice meal!

At the end of life, nobody knows where the spirit goes.

At an early age, I learned to life, to cope with aggression, severe rape of dignity. I became a leader by life and death.

But death is not easy, and life can win by simulating it.

Because if indestructible is every atom of a speck of dust, so must be immortal the spirit of a man. And if every wave of the wind creates eternity, so must the consequences of our acts. So every one of us would leave on a big Hajj to our Creator.

Birth and Death are words we chose to describe the doorways in and out of a cycle. This cycle is connected to a larger cycle which awaits our return. It is all just like breathing. Remove the fear and judgement to recognize the same pattern as a principle everywhere.

Between the dark, heavily laden treetops of the spreading chestnut trees could be seen the dark blue of the sky, full of stars, all solemn and golden, which extended their radiance unconcernedly into the distance. That was the nature of the stars. and the trees bore their buds and blossoms and scars for everyone to see, and whether it signified pleasure or pain, they accepted the strong will to live. flies that lived only for a day swarmed toward their death. every life had its radiance and beauty. i had insight into it all for a moment, understood it and found it good, and also found my life and sorrows good.

Breathe of life, living soul.

But she went to tell the bees. She felt like an idiot doing it, but she'd promised. She remembered that it wasn't enough just to think at them: you had to say the words out loud. Bees were the messengers between this world and the other worlds, Pilar had said. Between the living and the dead. They carried the Word made air.

But solace also asks us very direct and forceful questions. Firstly, how will you bear the inevitable loss that is coming to you? And how will you endure it through the years? And above all, how will you shape a life equal to and as beautiful and as astonishing as a world that can birth you, bring you into the light and then just as you were beginning to understand it, take you away?

But this you must know: the violent murder of a mother- when a boy is at the tender age, when he is just discovering girls- it is a terrible thing. confusingly mixed up with all the things feminine, it leaves a charred residue on the soul, like the black marks found at the bottom of a burned pot. no matter how much you scrub and scrub the pot bottom with steel wool and cleansers, the scars, they are permanent

When Your Life Looks Back, When your life looks back-- As it will, at itself, at you--what will it say? Inch of colored ribbon cut from the spool. Flame curl, blue-consuming the log it flares from. Bay leaf. Oak leaf. Cricket. One among many. Your life will carry you as it did always, With ten fingers and both palms, With horizontal ribs and upright spine, With its filling and emptying heart, That wanted only your own heart, emptying, filled, in return. You gave it. What else could do? Immersed in air or in water. Immersed in hunger or anger. Curious even when bored. Longing even when running away. "What will happen next?"-- the question hinged in your knees, your ankles, in the in-breaths even of weeping. Strongest of magnets, the future impartial drew you in. Whatever direction you turned toward was face to face. No back of the world existed, No unseen corner, no test. No other earth to prepare for. This, your life had said, its only pronoun. Here, your life had said, its only house. Let, your life had said, its only order. And did you have a choice in this? You did-- Sleeping and waking, the horses around you, the mountains around you, The buildings with their tall, hydraulic shafts. Those of your own kind around you-- A few times, you stood on your head. A few times, you chose not to be frightened. A few times, you held another beyond any measure. A few times, you found yourself held beyond any measure. Mortal, your life will say, As if tasting something delicious, as if in envy. Your immortal life will say this, as it is leaving.

Can life be counted upon to limit itself? No. It is the mindless striving of two to become infinity. Can death be counted upon to limit itself? Never. It is the equally mindless effort of zero to encompass infinity.

Cats only have nine lives, but sages have a thousand.

Careful with your life.

Ce matin, l'idée m'est venue pour la première fois que mon corps, ce fidèle compagnon, cet ami plus sûr, mieux connu de moi que mon âme, n'est qu'un monstre sournois qui finira par dévorer son maître.

Caught between life and death, I clung to life.

Certainly there is life and there is death, but even in death, if we look closely enough, we will find grace.

Death does not come when the body is too exausted to live.Death comes because the brilliance inside of us can only be contained for so long.We do not die.We pass on.Pass on the life burning through our throats.When you leave me, I will not cry for you.I will run into the strongest wind I can find and welcome you home.

Days become weeks. Weeks become months. Month become years. And years become silence.

Death comes as it pleases; it is no respecter of persons leaving memories and a fading sound of a familiar voice.

Death must die so that life can be real!

Death is not the villain of the piece. It is the next phase of life in unfamiliar clothing.

Death is the destiny of every man. I shall not worry over material wealth.

Death is the destiny of every man. Why do people fight over power and material wealth. We brought nothing into the world, certainly, we will take nothing out of the world.

Death occurs in unexpected times.

Death truly does have life, and walks with and lives through us everyday.

Death will always be a part of life, and life will always be a part of death

Death is the destiny of every man.

Defeating the enemy through deception with little loss of life is better than fighting face-to-face with the loss of many lives on both sides.

Charles never felt more helpless. To hear a cop calling for help and not be able to respond in what may very well be a life and death situation, drove him insane with anger and frustration.

Dear friend, I have searched all night through each burnt paper, but I fear I will never find the formula to let you die

Death and life were just adjacent verandas.

Death is a fiction created by people who live their lives in total unawareness. There is only life, life and life alone, moving from one dimension to another, another dimension to another.

Death is the privilege of human nature And life without it were not worth our taking Thither the poor, the unfortunate, and Mourner Fly for relief & lay their burdens down.

Death or Samadhi, man's life leads only to the grave. Appreciate your life.

Death is never an ending, death is a change; Death is beautiful, for death is strange; Death is one dream out of another flowing.

Death is not something you get over. It’s the rip that exposes life in a before and after chasm, and all you can do is try to exist as best you can in the after.

Death is only as strong as you believe it to be.

Death is the final destination of every man.

Does this world feel like hell to you? Of course it does, because it is.