Death Quotes - Page 16

The constant assertion of belief is an indication of fear.

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

And they die an equal death — the idler and the man of mighty deeds.

Death is close enough at hand so we do not need to be afraid of life.

It is easier to die when the heart is full of gratitude.

So far as I can remember, there is not one word in the Gospels in praise of intelligence.

I will dance and resist and dance and persist and dance. This heartbeat is louder than death.

It has served us well, this myth of Christ.

Tears are sometimes an inappropriate response to death. When a life has been lived completely honestly, completely successfully, or just completely, the correct response to death's perfect punctuation mark is a smile.

The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it.

The chief reason warfare is still with us is neither a secret death-wish of the human species, nor an irrepressible instinct of aggression, nor, finally and more plausibly, the serious economic and social dangers inherent in disarmament, but the simple fact that no substitute for this final arbiter in international affairs has yet appeared on the political scene.

Death is nothing more than a doorway, something you walk through.

Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.

Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.

I'm trying to engage issues of power and sexuality and money and life and death and power. Power is the most free-flowing element in society, maybe next to money, but in fact they both motor each other.

On a day of burial there is no perspective--for space itself is annihilated. Your dead friend is still a fragmentary being. The day you bury him is a day of chores and crowds, of hands false or true to be shaken, of the immediate cares of mourning. The dead friend will not really die until tomorrow, when silence is round you again. Then he will show himself complete, as he was--to tear himself away, as he was, from the substantial you. Only then will you cry out because of him who is leaving and whom you cannot detain.

It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.

Every contrivance of man, every tool, every instrument, every utensil, every article designed for use, of each and every kind, evolved from a very simple beginnings.

Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils.

This parrot is no more. It has ceased to be. It's expired and gone to meet its maker. This is a late parrot. It's a stiff. Bereft of life, it rests in peace. If you hadn't nailed it to the perch, it would be pushing up the daisies. It's rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. This is an ex-parrot.

Isn’t it sad that so often it takes facing death to appreciate life and each other fully?

Only those are fit to live who are not afraid to die.

The true mission of feminism today is not to carp about the woes of affluent Western career women but to turn the spotlight on life-and-death issues affecting women in the Third World, particularly in rural areas where they have little protection against exploitation and injustice.

Poetry is the language of intensity. Because we are going to die, an expression of intensity is justified.

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