Death And Dying Quotes

Death And Dying Quote of the day

We must conquer life by living it to the full, and then we can go to meet death with a certain prestige.

Oh how wrong we were to think immortality meant never dying

The Bravest Thing I Ever Did Was Continuing My Life When I Wanted To Die.

I mean, they say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time.

Nothing quite brings out the zest for life in a person like the thought of their impending death.

Death is never easy when you know the people doing the dying.

For everything in life there is always a beginning and an end. This is the tough part the most difficult thing when you see that it’s coming: The end.

It is best as one grows older to strip oneself of possessions, to shed oneself downward like a tree, to be almost wholly earth before one dies.

I’ll try to be around and about. But if I’m not, then you know that I’m behind your eyelids, and I’ll meet you there

Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.

It is necessary to meditate early, and often, on the art of dying to succeed later in doing it properly just once.

I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well.

To combat death you don't need much of a life, just one that isn't yet finished.

Do not ask the definition of a friend. He/She is that one without whose company death and dying set in earlier and living is made more pleasurable.

Actually, watching television and surfing the Internet are really excellent practice for being dead.

Immortal mortals, mortal immortals, one living the others death and dying the others life.

Be calm. God awaits you at the door.

If you can't imagine it, think clumsy silence. Think bits and pieces of floating despair. And drowning in a train.

If you want me again look for me under your boot soles.

As bronze may be much beautified by lying in the dark damp soil, so men who fade in dust of warfare fade fairer, and sorrow blooms their soul.

There were worse things than dying, and those worse things happened to the people you left behind.

Life is stressful,dear. That's why they say "rest in peace.

It doesn't make a damned bit of difference who wins the war to someone who's dead.

And at the instant he knew, he ceased to know.

Our attitudes toward retirement, marriage, recreation, even our feelings about death and dying may make much more of an impression than we realize.

It is not death, it is dying that alarms me.

Sleep - death without dying - living, but not life.

I touch you knowing we weren't born tomorrow, and somehow, each of us will help the other live, and somewhere, each of us must help the other die.

To the wizard death is merely a belief.

No one knows whether death may not be the greatest of all blessings for a man, yet men fear it as if they knew it was the greatest of evils.

Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother.

We are the dead. Our only true life is in the future. We shall take part in it as handfuls of dust and splinters of bone. But how far away that future may be, there is no knowing.

One's ribs shouldn't be prison bars.

It was one of those rare times when remembering the dead was more inmportant than tending to the needs of the living.

This is how most stories end in the hospital. Not with crash carts and sirens and electric shocks to the chest, but with an empty room, a crisp white bed, silence.

If the condition of grief is nearly universal, its transactions are exquisitely personal.

It was inevitable, of course, but somehow it didn't seem right to Alex that they would never remember the sound of Carly's laughter, or know how deeply she'd once loved them.

Crippled and crazy, we hobble toward the finish line, pen in hand.

That’s part of what I like about the book in some ways. It portrays death truthfully. You die in the middle of your life, in the middle of a sentence

Death, of course, should not be feared, but awaited with certain wonder. To die was to step across a threshold into a new world, unknown, unimaginable.

The flesh would shrink and go, the blood would dry, but no one believes in his mind of minds or heart of hearts that the pictures do stop.

Death. It's around more than people realize. Because no one wants to talk about it or hear about it. It's too sad. Too painful. Too hard. The list of reasons is endless.

... life is a flickering candle we all carry around. A gust of wind, a meaningless accident, a microsecond of carelessness, and it's out. Forever.

There is only one things in this world shittier than biting it from cancer when you're sixteen, and that's having a kid who bites it from cancer.

Heroes are damned. No mortal conquers Death.

Dying has a funny way of making you see people, the living and the dead, a little differently. Maybe that's just part of the grieving, or maybe the dead stand there and open our eyes a bit wider.

This will be Great Mam's last spring. Her last June apples. Her last fresh roasting ears from the garden.

We born dyin'...But you ask a man an' he talk like he gonna live forevah.

Who set Rome on fire? The man we must admire. For killing his wife, and taking the life of mother and brother and so many others, while plucking his damnable lyre.

The tragedy of life, Howard, is not that the beautiful die young, but that they grow old and mean. It will not happen to me.