Life And Death Quotes - Page 6

Like every other form of art, literature is no more and nothing less than a matter of life and death. The only question worth asking about a story — or a poem, or a piece of sculpture, or a new concert hall — is, Is it dead or alive?

I can't even make up a rhyme about an umbrella, let alone death and life and eternal peace.

To go back is nothing but death; but to go forward is fear of death and life everlasting beyond.

Life and death are the same...Leave karma to karma.

What you do with your eyes in some cases is a matter of life and death. To look at focus on the sickness brings death. To look at focus on God's Word brings life.

Things do fall apart. It is in their nature to do so. When we try to protect ourselves from the inevitability of change, we are not listening to the soul. We are listening to our fear of life and death, our lack of faith, our smaller ego's will to prevail. To listen to the soul is to stop fighting with life-to stop fighting when things fall apart, when they don't go our way, when we get sick, when we are betrayed or mistreated or misunderstood. To listen to the soul is to slow down, to feel deeply, to see ourselves clearly, to surrender to discomfort and uncertainty, and to wait.

The best graphics are about the useful and important, about life and death, about the universe. Beautiful graphics do not traffic with the trivial.

The anguish of death hangs over and leads the human spirit to wonder about the mysteries of existence, man's destiny, life, the world.

The healthiest response to life is joy.

Whatever lives is granted breath But by the grace and sufferance of Death.

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

The man who wishes to understand himself thoroughly must with his unrest, uncertainty, and even his weakness and sinfulness, with his life and death, draw near to Christ.

And here am I, budding among the ruins with only sorrow to bite on, as if weeping were a seed and I the earth's only furrow.

The thought that really crushes us is the thought of the futility of life of which death is the visible manifestation.

Death is what men want when the anguish of living is more than they can bear.

Fleeing persecution is not a crime. And we do not seek to pander to a noisy, tiny minority who will never embrace modern multicultural Australia. But there are important truths we must face. There is a history and a reality that we cannot ignore. The challenge before us is real, the questions we grapple with as elemental as life and death.

A serious life means being fully aware of the alternatives, thinking about them with all the intensity one brings to bear on life-and-death questions, in full recognition that every choice is a great risk with necessary consequences that are hard to bear.

We know the surrealist solution: concrete irrationality, objective risk. Poetry is the conquest, the only possible conquest, of the 'supreme position', 'a certain position of the mind from where life and death, the real and the imaginary, the past and the future... cease to be perceived in a contradictory sense.'

Both life and death manifest in every moment of existence. Our human body appears and disappears moment by moment, without cease, and this ceaseless arising and passing away is what we experience as time and being. They are not separate. They are one thing, and in even a fraction of a second, we have the opportunity to choose, and to turn the course of our action either toward the attainment of truth or away from it. Each instant is utterly critical to the whole world.

I won't mind dying if I can tell St. Peter a joke he hasn't heard.

Tragedy has the great moral defect of giving too much importance to life and death.

You can change your world by changing your words... Remember, death and life are in the power of the tongue.

It is said that life and death are under the power of language.

But the issue is not only life and death but our existence before God and our being judged by him. All of us were sinners before him and worthy of condemnation.

The nature of finite things is to have the seed of their passing-away as their essential being: the hour of their birth is the hour of their death.