Dying Quotes - Page 10

Dying on the inside, but outside you're looking fearless

I tried to hang myself with a bungee cord. I kept almost dying.

I suggest that we are thieves in a way. If I take anything that I do not need for my own immediate use, and keep it, I thieve it from somebody else. ... Nature produces enough for our wants from day to day, and if only every-body took enough for himself and nothing more, there would be no pauperism in this world, there would be no man dying of starvation in this world. But so long as we have got this inequality, so long we are thieving.

His smell—the scent of a demon, cinnamon incense, amber musk—wrapped around me, filled my lungs. I felt like I could breathe again, without every breath being tainted by the stench of dying cells. The smell of him seemed to coat my abused insides with peace, and flow down into the middle of my body to spread through my veins. I filled my lungs again. While I could, before what was undoubtedly a hallucination vanished.

One can be a soldier without dying and a lover without sighing.

The sensation of dying is sweet, sensuous, placid. It is the easiest thing in the world to die. The hardest is to live.

There is indescribable joy, deep satisfaction and an eternal purpose in dying to ourselves and living for Christ.

Suicide is a very permanent solution to what is usually a temporary problem.

I think about dying. I've come to realize we all die alone in one way or another.

Where there's life, death is inevitable. Dying's easy; it's living that's hard. The harder it gets, the stronger the will to live. And the greater the fear of death, the greater the struggle to keep on living.

As a people, we have become obsessed with Health. There is something fundamentally, radically unhealthy about all this. We do not seem to be seeking more exuberance in living as much as staving off failure, putting off dying. We have lost all confidence in the human body.

But come here, Fear. / I am alive! / And you are so afraid / of dying.

It is impossible that anything so natural, so necessary, and so universal as death, should ever have been designed by providence as an evil to mankind.

Is the distinction between living for Christ and dying for Him so great? Is not the second the logical conclusion of the first?

The question of whether it's God's green earth is not at center stage, except in the sense that if so, one is reminded with some regularity that He may be dying.

I will be dead in a few months. But it hasn't given me the slightest anxiety or worry. I always knew I was going to die.

I am dying. Please ... bring me a toothpick.

Capital punishment is the most premeditated of murders, to which no criminal's deed, however calculated can be compared. For there to be an equivalency, the death penalty would have to punish a criminal who had warned his victim of the date at which he would inflict a horrible death on him and who, from that moment onward, had confined him at his mercy for months. Such a monster is not encountered in private life.

Its a funny thing Alice, dying is just the way I composed it in Tod und Verklärung.

Happy is the man, I thought, who, before dying, has the good fortune to sail the Aegean sea.

Get rid of things or you'll spend your whole life tidying up.

...[A]nything worth dying for ... is certainly worth living for.

Dying is not a sin. Not living is.

Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.

A wise person once wrote, “Resentment is like drinking poison and hoping the other person would die.” But the only one dying is ourselves.