Quotes about life-and-death

Laughter and books and wine are holy things and living is good and death is a breathlessness with the whole adventure of finding everywhere the traces of one great beauty...

Life is beautifully tragic. Giving it up isn't the hard part it's the living part that everyone struggles with.

Make every day count... Even when you think it's the worst day of your life for you never know when it'll be your last.

Every second of every moment should be cherished. Life is beautiful it is a gift and it has an expiry date.

Death comes as it pleases it is no respecter of persons leaving memories and a fading sound of a familiar voice.

It was then that I realized I wasn't afraid to lose my life I was afraid to lose the life I could've lived.

I know you are afraid you are afraid to get hurt again. But I also know that you are not meant to grieve forever.

Would we believe their story if the dead should return?

Drink deep the cup of life take it's dark wine into your soul. For it passes round the table only once.

Life is a long travel. The end of the journey is often unpredictable.

Life is a big fat gigantic stinking mess, that's the beauty of it, too.

The place of horror turns out to be no more than a green scoop, sometimes shadowed, sometimes shining with the bilberries and grass within it, as if a mouth had opened from which streamed a beam of light. So my uncle Robert's death, which had looked from a distance to be an all-consuming tragedy was, close-up, the story of a man finding release from his pain and how his brother had showed such defiant love. The past was a grave, a trap - and yet, also neither of these. Just light, coming and goi

For the crown of our life as it closesIs darkness, the fruit there of dust;No thorns go as deep as the rose's,And love is more cruel than lust.Time turns the old days to derision,Our loves into corpses or wives;And marriage and death and divisionMake barren our lives.

What made the difference between choosing to die and deciding to live?Was it the weight of sadness that buckled them over and dragged them away from all sane, rational thoughts with an anchor of hopelessness so intense they just gave up fighting?

I have lived in the shadow of loss—the kind of loss that can paralyze you forever.I have grieved like a professional mourner—in every waking moment, draining every ounce of my life force.I died—without leaving my body.But I came back, and now it’s your turn.I have learned to remember my past—without living in it.I am strong, electric, and alive, because I chose to dance, to laugh, to love, and tolive again.I have learned that you can’t re-create the life you once had—you have toreinvent a life f

Family is the only why of life

I am longing for you in life and in deathAs the moon is longing for night and life is longing for breath

The vanities of life:pleasure, possession, position and power.

My dearest friend Abigail, These probably could be the last words I write to you and I may not live long enough to see your response but I truly have lived long enough to live forever in the hearts of my friends. I thought a lot about what I should write to you. I thought of giving you blessings and wishes for things of great value to happen to you in future; I thought of appreciating you for being the way you are; I thought to give sweet and lovely compliments for everything about you; I though

When you die you will not bring any possessions, but you will be accompanied by the song up into heaven…

The more we dig this world, the more prisoners we become

My name is Salmon, like the fish; first name, Susie. I was fourteen when I was murdered.

Only when you accept that one day you'll die can you let go, and make the best out of life. And that's the big secret. That's the miracle.

Life is but a dream for the dead.

The easiest way to be reborn is to live and feel life everyday

Do you shovel to survive, or survive to shovel?

You never know how much you really believe anything until its truth or falsehood becomes a matter of life and death to you.

You were born a child of light’s wonderful secret— you return to the beauty you have always been.

Follow your heart, Ithilnin," Albirich repeated. "Time is precious. Don't waste it living someone else's life.

I am quite a wise old bird, but I am no desert hermit who can only prophesy when his guts are knotted with hunger. I am deep in the old man’s puzzle, trying to link the wisdom of the body with the wisdom of the spirit until the two are one.

Why do we always begin to think about people when they die? I think we should think about people while they're still alive! That way, they can know that we're thinking about them! I always tell people when I'm thinking about them, or that I thought about them, or that I have been thinking about them and it almost always scares them away, but so what, I am practicing the art of life and if that is frightening to them then maybe they need to start living while they're still alive!

You think that it’s not magic that keeps you alive? Just ‘cause you understand the mechanics of how something works, doesn’t make it any less of a miracle. Which is just another word for magic. We’re all kept alive by magic, Sookie. My magic’s just a little different from yours, that’s all.

Don't live to be judged for what you haven't done. Live to be judged for what you have done.

No waiting the beyond, no peering toward it,but longing to degrade not even death;we shall learn earthliness, and serve its ends,to feel its hands about us like a friend's.

Caught between life and death, I clung to life.

Life even at its tiniest molecule is impermanent, transient, unsure and fickle. We try to make it worthwhile not by adding value to it but by improving our social perception, seeking validation in our interactional circles. Life cannot be valued for in the end, rich or poor, smart or dumb, popular or hermit, we are nothing but dust, vapor, blurry memories that eventually are soon forgotten.

What kind of miracle ripped out your heart, and left you breathing?

People don’t always value life, even their own, as much as they should.

Learn to handle books, you will learn how to enjoy life.

Life is in different stages. Every stage of life is the foundation for the next stage of life.Every stage of live must be fully-lived.

Life is defined by time, appreciate the beauty of time.

For men and women alike, this journey is a the trajectory between birth and death, a human life lived. No one escapes the adventure. We only work with it differently.

Erlendur didn’t believe in premonitions, visions or dreams, nor reincarnation or karma, he didn’t believe in God although he’d often read the Bible, nor in eternal life or that his conduct in this world would affect whether he went to heaven or hell. He felt that life itself offered a mixture of the two.Then sometimes he experienced this incomprehensible and supernatural de´ja` -vu, experienced time and place as if he’d seen it all before, as if he stepped outside himself, became an onlooker to

This was the first time I thought of S— that day. Her music was beautiful, her voice was beautiful, her body was beautiful. Even the dirty little pads of her feet were beautiful. I cursed myself then. For once, heaven had sent me Beauty in its most perfected form and I abandoned it. She might not have been a girl after all but an angel: a force to guide me on this hazardous path of life I hurry down. How can life be hazardous if it can only end in death?

I am so glad that God miraculously save my life at near-death.

Life is a transition.

The only promise life fulfills is its end.

Water in, water out until there is no water to run and the riverbed runs dry. That's life

Life has no map; it's made of random events, always caused by something beyond your control.

Life is just a dream, to some it's a sweet dream, to others, a nightmare. But whatever it is, it's always short and dissipates quickly.

We live like sheep in line waiting to be slaughtered in a slaughterhouse. We eat and laugh and fight as we see those in front of us fall to the knife

A small event as tiny as a drop of a pin can change the direction of your entire life

When you finally understand the meaning of life, you come to the conclusion it has none after all

Most of our waking life is make believe. If there was a way to record every dream that crosses our minds, the true nature of humans would be laid bare

Do you know why we show respect to life when it shows none to us? Family is the answer

I’d wish it were easier to not allow other people’s pasts to create my own present.

Living does not mean passing through a void of nothingness but rather through a web of relationships among beings, each with their own weight and volume and texture. Insofar as everything is always changing, so our sense of hope shall never die out. Therefore, I leave you all with one final thought: Live. Until you are down to your final breath, love and fight and rage and grieve and live.

Life is measured by - the ones left behind? Or his Faith? By Love? or by the people aside you? Or it has no meaning at all?

You are given a life, a death. Understand both while living, and before dying. Or you'd have wasted a life, a death.

Life is a stampede to get to the top

There are two important days in your life. The day you discovered you were alive and the day you forgot about it

Life is like water in a glass. Drop by drop the glass empties.

Somethings are simply better left the way they are.

The hardest thing in life is a man to be honest with himself

Your true beliefs are known in agony

Don't look for meaning in life. It was meant to be lived not understood

If you still have fear, you love life

Nature has endowed us with some measure of insanity to cope with the realities of daily life

Life becomes unbearable when, instead of living it, you stop to think about it.

Life is a war. Guerrilla warfare, the strategy

Life is so sweet. A man will even kiss the a** of his enemy to have his head spared

Life is existence with meaning

Some people start to live when they die

Sometimes the rope seems the only option when at the bottom of the pit. Climb it to safety.

What's the use of life without health? It's like living dead

You can truly live if you can see yourself centuries after you have died. Just imagine it. What will people remember about you, how will your grave look like? How will your children live, etc.

Every night I go to sleep with the hope to wake up next morning. How do I call it? Trust maybe?

The only thing limiting you is yourself.

Hershey Pennsylvania was self-proclaimed as the “Sweetest Place On Earth,” but less advertised than chocolate, it was also home to one of the state’s largest Children’s Hospitals. The streets lined with Hershey Kiss–shaped streetlamps that led excited children and families on vacation to chocolate tour rides and rollercoasters were the same exact streets that led anxious children and families to x-rays and MRIs on the worsts days of their lives. Chocolate was being created on the same street tha

A decent life, even a short life, will always be far better than an exceptionally long life lived in ruin.

The only time that exists in life is now.

The day you are born is the day you start dying

Life is but a passing shadow.

Living well is dying well.

He had become the sky around the sun – alive, but not really there.

Life on earth is a transition.Death is final rest of every man.What legacy do you wish to live?

When your heart is heavy, sometimes it's just easier to retweet the words of another person who seems to know exactly how you feel.

You walk around feeling like a teenager and immortal your whole life, and suddenly there isn't much time left.

The bell tolls with a painful note afarWhen man drops in the dreadful jaws of deathBut human beasts watch death with mouth ajarWhile lifeless church bell feels the pangs of death

If thou has passion for faith thou dost preach Regard for God whose mercy thou beseechLove for the soil out of which thou art bornWhy dost thou slay thy brethren, held in scorn?The land on which I was born is not mineThat giveth bread and roof is mine and thineAnd few yards of soil for grave benignWe are sons of this lovely earth divine

The so-called 'psychotically depressed' person who tries to kill herself doesn't do so out of quote 'hopelessness' or any abstract conviction that life's assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror o

No matter how many plans you make or how much in control you are, life is always winging it.

When you're young your reality is accepted by most. When you're older, your reality changes and that seems to upset most people.

You will never really think hard about your life until your oxygen mask is taken away from you when you are at the bed of the ocean. At that exact moment, your true self will be revealed. You will really know if you are a believer or an atheist, whether you really love life or hate it as you usually say. All your claims will be tested

We don't know where we come from and where we go, we fill the missing links with whatever our imaginations can provide us

Then nothing became something, and I was born, and I wrought great havoc in the world in the time allotted to me, and I returned to nothingness

But she went to tell the bees. She felt like an idiot doing it, but she'd promised. She remembered that it wasn't enough just to think at them: you had to say the words out loud. Bees were the messengers between this world and the other worlds, Pilar had said. Between the living and the dead. They carried the Word made air.

It isn't discomfort, or dis-ease as he put it. It's this aching, throbbing, god-awful incurable pain - and it's known as life. When will the doctors learn: It isn't death that's the disease.

Two Songs For The World's End I Bombs ripen on the leafless tree under which the children play. And there my darling all alone dances in the spying day. I gave her nerves to feel her pain, I put her mortal beauty on. I taught her love that hate might find, its black work the easier done. I sent her out alone to play; and I must watch, and I must hear, how underneath the leafless tree, the children dance and sing with Fear. II Lighted by the rage of time where the blind and dying weep, in my shad