Quotes on Death

There are places in the heart that do not yet exist; suffering has to enter in for them to come to be.

Dying is not romantic, and death is not a game which will soon be over... Death is not anything... death is not... It's the absence of presence, nothing more... the endless time of never coming back... a gap you can't see, and when the wind blows through it, it makes not sound.

Pale death with an impartial foot knocks at the hovels of the poor and the palaces of king.

It is a solemn thought: dead, the noblest man's meat is inferior to pork.

Pity is for the living, envy is for the dead._x000D_ _x000D_ Death, the refuge, the solace, the best and kindliest and most prized friend and benefactor of the erring, the forsaken, the old and weary and broken of heart.

How lovely is death; and how niggardly it is doled out.

Be near me when my light is low... And all the wheels of being slow.

There are some dead who are more alive than the living.

When among the graves of thy fellows, walk with circumspection; thine own is open at thy feet.

As the woodpecker taps in a spiral quest_x000D_ _x000D_ From the root to the top of the tree,_x000D_ _x000D_ Then flies to another tree,_x000D_ _x000D_ So have I bored into life to find what lay therein,_x000D_ _x000D_ And now it is time to die,_x000D_ _x000D_ And I will fly to another tree.

Death is the dropping of the flower, that the fruit may swell.

Being dead will be no different from being unborn -- I shall be just as I was in the time of William the Conqueror or the dinosaurs or the trilobites. There is nothing to fear in that.

Of all the events which constitute a person's biography, there is scarcely one ... to which the world so easily reconciles itself as to his death.

There are more dead people than living. And their numbers are increasing. The living are getting rarer.

You matter because you are you, and you matter to the end of your life. We will do all we can not only to help you die peacefully, but also to live until you die.

A man dies ... only a few circles in the water prove that he was ever there. And even they quickly disappear. And when they're gone, he's forgotten, without a trace, as if he'd never even existed. And that's all.

Try as much as possible to be wholly alive, with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell and when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.

Life lives on life. This is the sense of the symbol of the Ouroboros, the serpent biting its tail. Everything that lives lives on the death of something else. Your own body will be food for something else. Anyone who denies this, anyone who holds back, is out of order. Death is an act of giving.

I answer the heroic question, 'Death, where is thy sting?' with 'It is in my heart and mind and memories.

Never, oh! never, nothing will die; The stream flows, The wind blows, The cloud fleets, The heart beats, Nothing will die.

No neurotic harbors thoughts of suicide which are not murderous impulses against others redirected upon himself.