Death Quotes - Page 92

There's this thing called being so open-minded your brains drop out.

Religious faith not only lacks evidence, its independence from evidence is its pride and joy, shouted from the rooftops.

According to your medical checkup, you are dead.

Death rides on every passing breeze, He lurks in every flower.

When the veil of death has been drawn between us and the objects of our regard, how quick-sighted do we become to their merits, and how bitterly do we remember words, or even looks, of unkindness which may have escaped in our intercourse with them.

I have heard that death takes us away from ill things, not from good. I have heard that when we pronounce the name of man we pronounce the belief of immortality.

Laughter. Yes, laughter is the Zen attitude towards death and towards life too, because life and death are not separate. Whatsoever is your attitude towards life will be your attitude towards death, because death comes as the ultimate flowering of life. Life exists for death. Life exists through death. Without death there will be no life at all. Death is not the end but the culmination, the crescendo. Death is not the enemy it is the friend. It makes life possible.

Death is the door from the superficial life, the so-called life, the trivial. There is a door. If you pass through the door you reach another life - deeper, eternal, without death, deathless. So from so-called life, which is really nothing but dying, one has to pass through the door of death; only then does one achieve a life that is really existential and active - without death in it.

Death is not the end, but the beginning of a new life. Yes, it is an end of something that is already dead. It is also a crescendo of what we call life, although very few know what life is. They live, but they live in such ignorance that they never encounter their own life. And it is impossible for these people to know their own death, because death is the ultimate experience of this life, and the beginning experience of another. Death is the door between two lives; one is left behind, one is waiting ahead.

But everybody is afraid of death; that too is contagious. Your parents are afraid of death, your neighbors are afraid of death. Small children start getting infected by this constant fear all around. Everybody is afraid of death. People don't even want to talk about death.

A short death is the sovereign good hap of human life.

You are mistaken, my friend, if you think that a man who is worth anything ought to spend his time weighing up the prospects of life and death. He has only one thing to consider in performing any action - that is, whether he is acting rightly or wrongly, like a good man or a bad one.

Must not all things at the last be swallowed up in death?

The fear of death is indeed the pretence of wisdom, and not real wisdom, being the appearance of knowing the unknown.

He who does not fear death cares naught for threats.

Just like those who are incurably ill, the aged know everything about their dying except exactly when.

Tis the only discipline we are born for; all studies else are but as circular lines, and death the center where they all must meet.

All architects want to live beyond their deaths.

Death is another life.

Death is the universal salt of states; Blood is the base of all things--law and war.

He has gone over to the majority.

For death betimes is comfort, not dismay, and who can rightly die needs no delay.

Death had his grudge against me, and he got up in the way, like an armed robber, with a pike in his hand.

Please keep off the grass.

Sadly, today there are only a few remaining speakers of kakadu or gagadju. The work, then, is concerned with my feelings about this place, its landscape, its change of seasons, its dry season and its wet, its cycle of life and death the melodic material in Kakadu, as in much of my recent music, was suggested by the contours and rhythms of Aboriginal chant.