Quotes on Dying Love

Do not seek death. Death will find you. But seek the road which makes death a fulfillment.

Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.

To die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly. Death of one's own free choice, death at the proper time, with a clear head and with joyfulness, consummated in the midst of children and witnesses: so that an actual leave-taking is possible while he who is leaving is still there.

Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.

We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has every hour filled in advance.

They tell us that suicide is the greatest piece of cowardice... that suicide is wrong; when it is quite obvious that there is nothing in the world to which every man has a more unassailable title than to his own life and person.

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.

I've told my children that when I die, to release balloons in the sky to celebrate that I graduated. For me, death is a graduation.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.

Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.

There are four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.

Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children is increased by tales, so is the other.

Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains and mountains and streams of our blessed star, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed, and as beautiful as life.