Death - Quotes
When dealt one of life’s terrible blows - the death of a parent, the end of a relationship, the positive test result, the guilty verdict, the final step off the tall building - there comes a moment of light-headedness, almost of euphoria, as the string which tethers us to our hopes is cut and we bounce off in another direction, briefly powered by the momentum of release.
There`s no merit in discipline under ideal circumstances. I`ll have it in the face of death, or it`s useless.
Often death takes us before we have had the chance to taste love because when love is right in front of us we were too busy looking for it elsewhere.
My generation is on the way out, and each death I have felt as an abruption, a tearing away of part of myself. There will be no one like us when we are gone, but then there is no one like anyone else, ever. When people die, they cannot be replaced. They leave holes that cannot be filled, for it is the fate - the genetic and neural fate - of every human being to be a unique individual, to find his own path, to live his own life, to die his own death.
Death doesn`t just take someone, it misses someone else, and in the small distance between being taken and being missed, lives are changed.
I do not fear death. I fear suffering. And I fear old age, though less so now that I am witnessing the tranquil and pleasant old age of my father. I am afraid of frailty, and of the absence of love. But death does not alarm me. It did not scare me when I was young, and I thought at the time that this was because it was such a remote prospect. But now, at sixty, the fear has yet to arrive. I love life, but life is also struggle, suffering, pain. I think of death as akin to a well-earned rest.
Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.
Dwell in peace in the home of your own being, and the messenger of death will not be able to touch you.
Living is a sickness to which sleep provides relief every sixteen hours. It`s a palliative. The remedy is death.
Nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death.