Quotes on Death

You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heath of life? The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light. If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life. For life and death are one, even as the river and sea are one. For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?

You want to live-but do you know how to live? You are scared of dying-and, tell me, is the kind of life you lead really any different from being dead?

Plan for this world as if you expect to live forever; but plan for the hereafter as if you expect to die tomorrow.

How gladly would I meet mortality, my sentence, and be earth in sensible! How glad would lay me down, as in my mother's lap! There I should rest, and sleep secure.

The people who pretend that dying is rather like strolling into the next room always leave me unconvinced. Death, like birth, must be a tremendous event.

If we really think that home is elsewhere and that this life is a wandering to find home, why should we not look forward to the arrival?

Let people who have to observe sickness and death look back and try to register in their observation the appearances which have preceded relapse, attack or death, and not assert that there were none, or that there were not the right ones. A want of the habit of observing conditions and an inveterate habit of taking averages are each of them often equally misleading.

Death is only a grim porter to let us into a stately palace.

Better to live or die, once and for all, than die by inches.

Better to flee from death than feel its grip.

ENTERTAINMENT, n. Any kind of amusement whose inroads stop short of death by injection.

Nothing in life is so exhilarating as to be shot at without result.

I am prepared to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter.

Death is nothing to fear. It is only another dimension.

Only the fairy tale equates changelessness with happiness...Permanence means paralysis and death. Only, in movement, with all its pain, is life.

Achievement; the death of endeavor and the birth of disgust.

Must then a Christ perish in torment in every age to save those that have no imagination.

Death is given in a kiss; the dearest kindnesses are fatal; and into this life, where one thing preys upon another, the child too often makes its entrance from the mother's corpse.

Mortality has its compensations; one is that all evils are transitory, another that better times may come.

The worst evil of all is to leave the ranks of the living before one dies.

The most rational cure after all for the inordinate fear of death is to set a just value on life.