Quotes about dying

I have seem even those who have long since abjured God die in grace. . . . Atheists don't use their drying to bargain for a better seat at the table indeed they may not even believe supper is being served. They are not storing up 'merit.' They just smile because their heart is ripe. They are kind for no particular reason they just love.

Every man must do two things alone he must do his own believing and his own dying.

I am not afraid to die I am only afraid of saying goodbye to you forever.

Our globe is under new dramatic environmental pressure: our globe is warming, our ice caps melting, our glaciers receding, our coral is dying, our soils are eroding, our water tables falling, our fisheries are being depleted, our remaining rainforests shrinking. Something is very, very wrong with our eco-system.

Unborn eternity does not die existence is dying and falls asleep in the eternity beyond existence.

Dying isn’t like living it requires no effort at all.

I make a new discovery that totally blows dying is the easy part. It's coming back to life that sucks.

But dying people don't need to be reminded that they're dying I feel they need to be reminded that they're still very much alive.

Death smiles at us all all we can do is smile back.

Don’t wait for the last hour of life to do the things you wish to do.

Dreams are built around the word hello, but in the end fate only knows the word goodbye.

I felt a numb shock as I drove home anxious to get my chocolate flowers and wondering how my mother arranged to get them delivered to me at the exact time of her passing as promised. I arrived home to a note on my door to go to the neighbor on the right. I knocked at the door and the grouchy older man answered. Without saying a word, he went to his refrigerator, opened it and said, "I think these are for you."He handed me the large bouquet of fruits all cut out like flowers and dipped in chocola

It isn't dying I'm afraid of, it isn't that at all; I know what it is to die, I've died already. It is the endless obliteration, the knowledge that there will never be anything else. That's what I can't stand, to try so hard and to end in nothing. You know what I mean, don't you? ... I really loved to write.

She's hiding and no one else sees. She's dying and no one else notices.

In the distance, Amanda heard the sirens. Just a little bit longer. She didn't know what was wrong with her, but she was scared of dying before she had the chance to tell Ryker goodbye. In their capable hands, though, surely they could keep her alive long enough for him to return. They had to.

Death is beautiful, part of life... No, it is sad. It’s sad when anyone dies. Even though every single human dies. So it’s really not that sad.

But we who remain shall grow oldWe shall know the coldOf cheerlessWinter and the rain of Autumn and the stingOf poverty, of love despised and of disgraces,And mirrors showing stained and aging faces, And the long ranges of comfortless yearsAnd the long gamut of human fears...But, for you, it shall forever be spring,And only you shall be forever fearless, And only you have white, straight, tireless limbs,And only you, where the water-lily swimsShall walk along the pathways thro' the willows Of yo

Sometimes I wonder if other people think about death - frequently, or just in general. I wonder if they think about it casually, like they’re thinking of the weather, or if they think of it lying awake at night, haunted by their own thoughts. I wonder… if they do think about it, do they ever think about their own death - the when, the how?

Death lurks in the shadows, just out of view. Now and then I see his reaching hand, uncertain of the blurry image that passes before my eyes, but conscious of the crippling influence of his touch. Some say Death rears an ugly head, so hideous a view the beholder can scarcely gasp their last breath. Others call him beautiful, a sweet relief to look upon. But these are rumors babbled by the unknowing. For Death is like the gorgon, Medusa, who when perceived, turns the body to stone. Those who know

What do you think of when you think of mourning?' Jenny asks.The question snaps me back to attention. I answer without really thinking. "I guess 'Funeral Blues' by W.H. Auden. I think it was Auden. I suppose that's not very original.''I don't know it.''It's a poem.''I gathered.''I'm just clarifying. It's not a blues album.'Jenny ignores my swipe at her intelligence.'Does your response need to be original? Isn't that what poetry is for, for the poet to express something so personal that it ultima

The dead do not needaspirin orsorrow,I suppose.but they might needrain.not shoesbut a place towalk.not cigarettes,they tell us,but a place to burn.or we're told:space and a place to flymight be thesame.the dead don't need me.nor do theliving.but the dead might needeachother.in fact, the dead might needeverything weneedandwe need so muchif we only knewwhat itwas.it isprobablyeverythingand we will allprobably dietrying to getitor diebecause wedon't getit.I hopeyou will understandwhen I am deadI go

Death was a quiet evil, unavoidable like the dark night and defenseless sleep and tearful sorrows. It had hunted her down and slithered close, wanting only to smother every last flicker of

He saw either death or the approach of it everywhere. But his undertaking now occupied him all the more. He had to live his life to the end, until death came. Darkness covered everything for him; but precisely because of this darkness he felt that his undertaking was the only guiding thread in this darkness, and he seized it and held on to it with all his remaining strength.

I'm always angry about the death of people who are still alive, their eyes are opened, yet they can't see anything...the spell of ignorance

Our culture's quest to hide death behind a facade of denial has made fools and pretended immortals of us all. Perhaps it would be more helpful and liberating to begin each day by repeating the words of Crazy Horse, "Today is a good day to die.

I was learning that when you're with someone who is dying, you may need to celebrate the past, live the present, and mourn the future all at the same time.

As long as we can love each other, and remember the feeling of love we had, we can die without ever really going away. All the love you created is still there. All the memories are still there You live on--in the hearts of everyone you have touched and nurtured while you were here..... Death ends a life, not a relationship" -Morrie Schwartz

He was going to die soon, you knew when you saw those eyes. There was no sign of life in his flesh, just the barest traces of what had once been a life. His body was like a dilapidated old house from which all furniture and fixtures have been removed and which awaited now only its final demolition.

Modern society drinks in streams of information while dying of wisdom thirst.

Here's the thing about Hazel: Almost everyone is obsessed with leaving a mark upon the world. Bequeathing a legacy. Outlasting death. We all want to be remembered. I do, too. That's what bothers me most, is being another unremembered casualty in the ancient and inglorious war against disease.I want to leave a mark.But Van Houten: The marks humans leave are too often scars. You build a hideous minimall or start a coup or try to become a rock star and you think, "They'll remember me now," but (a)

I am dying: it's a beautiful word. Like the long slow sigh of a cello: dying. But the sound of it is the only beautiful thing about it.

The survivor spoke to us though, or tried to. Mumbling through that matted brown beard of his, pale as death itself. I can’t say now if it was weakness from his wounds or what it was – but we struggled to understand him. In fact we got nothing intelligible from him at all then. He seemed afraid, like any dying man probably would be, but he did seem more terrified than any dying man I’ve seen before – and I’ve seen a few in my time. Let me tell you, Corsair or not, he grabbed whatever hand would

When the devil wants to punish his worshippers, he uses the trick of karma.

depression is not a side effect of cancer. Depression is a side effect of dying.

Death twitches my ear. "Live " he says "I am coming".

To die is a debt we must all of us discharge.

Here lies Jack Williams. He done his damndest.

As long as I have a want I have a reason for living. Satisfaction is death.

For death begins with life's first breath And life begins at touch of death.

As men we are all equal in the presence of death.

At last God caught his eye.

Death - the last voyage the longest the best.

Death is a delightful hiding-place for weary men.

Death is just a distant rumour to the young.

For three days after death hair and fingernails continue to grow but phone calls taper off.

He mourns the dead who lives as they desire.

He that dies pays all debts.

Honest listening is one of the best medicines we can offer the dying and the bereaved.

I believe that the struggle against death the unconditional and self-willed determination to live is the mode of power behind the lives and activities of all outstanding men.

I care not a man can die but once we owe God a death.

I had a lover's quarrel with the world.

In Heaven all the interesting people are missing.

In Spain the dead are more alive than the dead of any other country in the world.

It is a far far better thing that I do than anything I have ever done it is a far far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.

Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath And after many a summer dieth the swan.

It may be that we have all lived before and died and this is Hell.

If there is another world he lives in bliss. If there is none he made the best of this.

Most persons have died before they expired - died to all earthly longings so that the last breath is only as it were the locking of the door of the already deserted mansion.

One short sleep past will wake eternally And death shall be no more Death thou shalt die.

Rather suffer than die is man's motto.

The art of living well and the art of dying well are one.

The only truly dead are those who have been forgotten.

The question is whether suicide is the way out or the way in.

When you have told anyone you have left him a legacy the only decent thing to do is to die at once.

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.

Do not go gentle into that good night Old age should burn and rave at close of day Rage rage against the dying of the light.

The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch Which hurts and is desired.

Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it.

Things have a terrible permanence when people die.

A solemn funeral is inconceivable to the Chinese mind.

At its most basic root the death or disintegration of one's parents is a harsh reminder of one's own mortality.

I don't want to achieve immortality through my work. I want to achieve immortality through not dying.

Mausoleum n: the final and funniest folly of the rich.

No 'tis not so deep as a well nor so wide as a church door but 'tis enough 'twill serve: ask for me tomorrow and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered I warrant for this world.

Epitaph n: an inscription on a tomb showing that virtues acquired by death have a retroactive effect.

Human life consists in mutual service. No grief pain misfortune or 'broken heart' is excuse for cutting off one's life while any power of service remains. But when all usefulness is over when one is assured of an unavoidable and imminent death it is the simplest of human rights to choose a quick and easy death in place of a slow and horrible one.

Poisons pain you Rivers are damp Acid stains you And drugs cause cramp. Guns aren't lawful Nooses give Gas smells awful You might as well live.

Dying is a wild night and a new road.

The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated.

And I looked and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death.

There is no man so blessed that some who stand by his deathbed won't hail the occasion with delight.

There may be little or much beyond the grave But the strong are saying nothing until they see.

All human things are subject to decay And when fate summons monarchs must obey.

When Andrew Jackson died someone asked a friend if he thought Old Hickory would go to heaven. 'He will if he wants to ' was the reply. On his death bed Disraeli declined a visit from Queen Victoria. 'No it is better not' he said 'she would only ask me to take a message to Albert.' I am a broken machine. I am ready to go.

Let the tent be struck.

You can lose a man like that by your own death but not by his.

Because I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me - The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality.

When a man dies he does not just die of the disease he has: he dies of his whole life.

The long habit of living indisposeth us for dying.

Most people would die sooner than think in fact they do.

One should be ever booted and spurred and ready to depart.

Who never caused others to die Seldom rates a statue.

Nothing you can lose by dying is half so precious as the readiness to die which is man's charter of nobility.

After sixty years the stern sentence of the burial service seems to have a meaning that one did not notice in former years. There begins to be something personal about it.

Death be not proud though some have called Thee Mighty and dreadful for thou art not so.

Toward the person who has died we adopt a special attitude: something like admiration for someone who has accomplished a very difficult task.

You have to learn to do everything even to die.

I'm not afraid to die. I just don't want to be there when it happens.

Oh death you can wait keep your distance.