Death Quotes - Page 117

The outrage was on the scale of God. My younger brother was immortal and they hadn't noticed. Immortality had been concealed in my brother's body while he was alive, and we hadn't noticed that it dwelt there. Now my brother's body was dead, and immortality with it. ... And the error, the outrage, filled the whole universe.

He who fears death either fears to lose all sensation or fears new sensations. In reality, you will either feel nothing at all, and therefore nothing evil, or else, if you can feel any sensations, you will be a new creature, and so will not have ceased to have life.

I find very reasonable the Celtic belief that the souls of our dearly departed are trapped in some inferior being, in an animal, aplant, an inanimate object, indeed lost to us until the day, which for some never arrives, when we find that we pass near the tree, or come to possess the object which is their prison. Then they quiver, call us, and as soon as we have recognized them, the spell is broken. Freed by us, they have vanquished death and return to live with us.

What is imprisonment to the man who is fearless of death itself?

Death is no fiend, he is the truest of friends. He delivers us from agony.

My dad was dead, so these streets had to raise me.

All I desire for my own burial, is not to be buried alive; but how or where, I think, must be entirely indifferent to every rational creature.

You can't get out of life alive.

It must be good to die in Toronto. The transition between life and death would be continuous, painless and scarcely noticeable in this silent town. I dreaded the Sundays and prayed to God that if he chose for me to die in Toronto, he would let it be on a Saturday afternoon to save me from one more Toronto Sunday.

When a man has the rope about his neck, you don't ask him about his health!

A life well used procures a happy death.

I don't mind about the dead ones. They're dead. The worst of it is, they cling to the living and won't let go.

My idea of walking into the jaws of death is marrying some woman who has lost three husbands.

I was born in Tyrone, 1956, for something I didn't do. I was innocent. But they gave me life. I still remember the midwife who extradited me.

Do not grieve. Misfortune will happen to the wisest and best of men. Death will come, always out of season. It is the command of the Great Spirit, and all nations and people must obey. What is past and cannot be prevented should not be grieved for... Misfortunes do not flourish particularly in our lives - they grow everywhere.

Afraid of death? Not at all. Be a great relief. Then I wouldn't have to talk to you.

You know all my life I've hated funerals. The fuss and bother never brings anybody back. It just spoils remembering them as they really are. And when I see people actually facing it that way, I have to act like a sap.

Dyin' ain't much of a livin'.

Life as we know it is a death sentence.

Mythology is the womb of mankind's initiation to life and death.

Fearful and unprepared, we have assumed lordship over the life or death of the whole world, of all living things.

Life and death! They seem like complete opposites-at great enmity with each other. But for Paul-and for all who share his faith-there is a unity, because the same great passion is fulfilled in both-namely, that Christ be magnified in this body-our bodies-whether by life or by death.

To please men and to kill parasites are the only uses tobacco-its ultimate effects are the same in both cases.

I sing the progress of a deathless soul.

Death is a new office building filled with modern furniture, A wise thing, but which has no purpose for us.