Death Quotes - Page 20

Cursed is the man who dies, but the evil done by him survives.

Pray that thy last days, and last works may be the best; and that when thou comest to die, thou mayest have nothing else to do but die.

If you live each day as it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right

When you fight, you don't fight for abstract values like the flag, or the nation, or democracy. You fight for your buddy. You fight to keep him alive, and he fights to keep you alive, and you go on that way, day after day, battle after battle. And when one of your buddies dies, something inside you dies as well. But you go on. You fight, so that his death isn't meaningless, his sacrifice isn't for nothing.

In the event that I am reincarnated, I would like to return as a deadly virus, in order to contribute something to solve overpopulation.

We understand why children are afraid of darkness ... but why are men afraid of light?

Music links us humans, heart to heart...Across time and space, and life and death.

I don't think there's any words in the English language to explain what it's -what it's like to- to sit on Texas death row and your thoughts are laying on that gurney, convicted but innocent and being put to death.

The life and death of a human being is so exquisitely calibrated as to automatically produce union with Spirit.

ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee

It's not easy to live every moment wholly aware of death. It's like trying to stare the sun in the face: you can stand only so much of it. Because we cannot live frozen in fear, we generate methods to soften death's terror. We project ourselves into the future through our children; we grow rich, famous, ever larger; we develop compulsive protective rituals; or we embrace an impregnable belief in an ultimate rescuer.

The persons you long for, who have gone to heaven before you, will be waiting for you when you die. They will be ready to comfort you and escort you to heaven.

Wars are times of intense technological transformation, because societies invest - sometimes with extensive borrowing - when and where matters of life and death are at stake.

It's what you do, unthinking, that makes the quick tear start; the tear may be forgotten.... but the hurt stays in the heart.

It is a masterpiece of the devil to make us believe that children cannot understand religion. Would Christ have made a child the standard of faith if He had known that it was not capable of understanding His words?

There are many tired gardeners but I've seldom met old gardeners. I know many elderly gardeners but the majority are young at heart. Gardening simply does not allow one to be mentally old, because too many hopes and dreams are yet to be realized. The one absolute of gardeners is faith. Regardless of how bad past gardens have been, every gardener believes that next year's will be better. It is easy to age when there is nothing to believe in, nothing to hope for, gardeners, however, simply refuse to grow up.

I learned that every mortal will taste death. But only some will taste life.

When we die, we will turn into songs, and we will hear each other and remember each other.

Design is the method of putting form and content together. Design, just as art, has multiple definitions; there is no single definition. Design can be art. Design can be aesthetics. Design is so simple, that's why it is so complicated.

The ultimate inspiration is the deadline.

I never had a dog that showed a human fear of death. Death, to a dog, is the final unavoidable compulsion, the least ineluctable scent on a fearsome trail, but they like to face it alone, going out into the woods, among the leaves, if there are any leaves when their time comes, enduring without sentimental human distraction the Last Loneliness, which they are wise enough to know cannot be shared by anyone.

One has to pay dearly for immortality; one has to die several times while one is still alive.

Death is the most beautiful adventure in life.

Death is always around the corner, but often our society gives it inordinate help.

What happens after death is so unspeakably glorious that our imagination and our feelings do not suffice to form even an approximate conception of it. The dissolution of our time-bound form in eternity brings no loss of meaning.