Death Quotes - Page 13

My uncle Sammy was an angry man. He had printed on his tombstone: What are you looking at?

Animals have a much better attitude to life and death than we do. They know when their time has come. We are the ones that suffer when they pass, but it's a healing kind of grief that enables us to deal with other griefs that are not so easy to grab hold of.

We are not victims of aging, sickness and death. These are part of scenery, not the seer, who is immune to any form of change. This seer is the spirit, the expression of eternal being.

Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.

I am dying with the help of too many physicians.

To take arms against a sea of troubles.

The only difference between death and taxes is that death doesn't get worse every time Congress meets.

The highest tribute to the dead is not grief but gratitude.

After you die, you wear what you are.

I’m not afraid of dying. Pieces of me die all the time.

Only death does not lie.

Only happy people have nightmares, from overeating. For those who live a nightmare reality, sleep is a black hole, lost in time, like death.

How do geese know when to fly to the sun? Who tells them the seasons? How do we, humans know when it is time to move on? As with the migrant birds, so surely with us, there is a voice within if only we would listen to it, that tells us certainly when to go forth into the unknown.

The resurrection of Jesus was simply God's unwillingness to take our 'no' for an answer. He raised Jesus, not as an invitation to us to come to heaven when we die, but as a declaration that he himself has now established permanent, eternal residence here on earth. He is standing beside us, strengthening us in this life. The good news of the resurrection of Jesus is not that we shall die and go home to be with him, but that he has risen and comes home with us, bringing all his hungry, naked, thirsty, sick prisoner brothers with him.

Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget.

Mostly it is loss which teaches us about the worth of things.

Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.

There would be no chance at all of getting to know death if it happened only once. But fortunately, life is nothing but a continuing dance of birth and death, a dance of change. Every time I hear the rush of a mountain stream, or the waves crashing on the shore, or my own heartbeat, I hear the sound of impermanence. These changes, these small deaths, are our living links with death. They are death's pulses, death's heartbeat, prompting us to let go of all the things we cling to.

We do not know what awaits each of us after death, but we know that we will die. Clearly, it must be possible to live ethically-with a genuine concern for the happiness of other sentient beings-without presuming to know things about which we are patently ignorant. Consider it: every person you have ever met, every person you will pass in the street today, is going to die. Living long enough, each will suffer the loss of his friends and family. All are going to lose everything they love in this world. Why would one want to be anything but kind to them in the meantime?

When a man lies he murders some part of the world. These are the pale deaths men miscall their lives.

Why should a person come to the cross? Why should a person embrace death? With Christ? Because it's the only way that God can get glory out of a human being!

The fascination of shooting as a sport depends almost wholly on whether you are at the right or wrong end of the gun.

Death is more universal than life; everyone dies but not everyone lives.

When you look at yourself from a universal standpoint, something inside always reminds or informs you that there are bigger and better things to worry about.

To conquer death you only have to die.