Death Quotes - Page 63

And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings.

Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven.

Death lies on her like an untimely frost.

For though Death be a dark passage, it leads to immortality, and that is recompence enough for suffering of it.

Except for the young or very happy, I can't say I am sorry for anyone who dies.

You can't say civilization don't advance... in every war they kill you in a new way.

Death is but a word to us. One's own experience alone can teach us the real meaning of the word. The sight of the dying does little. What one sees of them is merely what precedes death: dull unconsciousness is all we see. Whether this be so,--how and when the spirit wakes to life again,--this is what all wish to know, and what never can be known until it is experienced.

People meet in bars after work all over the world and talk about the great problems of life and death and the world and politics and they don't take themselves seriously. They can do nothing else except chat about these things in bars after work

If die I must, let me die drinking in an Inn.

To die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.

Our life dreams the Utopia. Our death achieves the Ideal.

I will reign over a new world!

All interest in disease and death is only another expression of interest in life.

A man’s dying is more the survivors’ affair than his own.

Speeches that are measured by the hour will die with the hour.

It occurred to me that at one point it was like I had two diseases - one was Alzheimers, and the other was knowing I had Alzheimers.

Death is one moment, and life is so many of them.

Once in one's life, for one mortal moment, one must make a grab for immortality; if not, one has not lived.

Death is when the monsters get you.

Switch on the television or glance at the newspaper: You will see death everywhere. Yet, did the victims of those plane crashes and car accidents expect to die? They took life for granted, as we do. How often do we hear stories of people whom we know, or even friends, who died unexpectedly? We don't even have to be ill to die: Our bodies can suddenly break down and go out of order, just like our cars. We can be quite well one day, then fall sick and die the next.

Death is a vast mystery, but there are two things we can say about it: It is absolutely certain that we will die, and it is uncertain when or how we will die. The only surety we have, then, is this uncertainty about the hour of our death, which we seize on as the excuse to postpone facing death directly. We are like children who cover their eyes in a game of hide and seek and think that no one can see them.

If all we know of mind is the aspect of mind that dissolves when we die, we will be left with no idea of what continues, no knowledge of the new dimension of the deeper reality of the nature of mind. So it is vital for us all to familiarize ourselves with the nature of mind while we are still alive. Only then will we be prepared for the time when it reveals itself spontaneously and powerfully at the moment of death; be able to recognize it "as naturally," the teachings say, "as a child running into its mother's lap"; and by remaining in that state, finally be liberated.

Why exactly are we so frightened of death that we avoid looking at it altogether? Somewhere, deep down, we know we cannot avoid facing death forever. We know, in Milarepa's words: "This thing called 'corpse' we dread so much is living with us here and now."

To neglect at any time preparation for death is to sleep on our post at a siege; to omit it in old age is to sleep at an attack.

If life must not be taken too seriously, then so neither must death.