No Death Quotes

Any business today that embraces the status quo as an operating principle is going to be on a death march.

When we have lost everything, including hope, life becomes a disgrace, and death a duty.

I don't think of death in a romantic way anymore.

We must learn to accept ourselves in the painful experiment of living. We must embrace the spiritual adventure of becoming human, moving through the many stages that lie between birth and death.

There is love in holding and there is love in letting go.

I said, you're the beat of my heart, the breath in my body, the light in my soul.

Because there is no glory in illness. There is no meaning to it. There is no honor in dying of.

I was always holding onto people, and they were always leaving.

. . . owning a dog always ended with this sadness because dogs just don't live as long as people do.

And I could have died right then. And considering how things went, I really should have.

You believe you could not live with the pain. Such pain is not lived with. It is only endured. I am sorry.

I asked this heroic pet lover how it felt to have died for a schnauzer named Teddy. Salvador Biagiani was philosophical. He said it sure beat dying for absolutely nothing in the Viet Nam War.

Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.

In my life Why do I give valuable time To people who don't care if I live or die ?

The only true non-conformists are in the asylums; the only radically free spirits are in the death house awaiting the chair. We live by patterns.

The coming and going of birth and death is a painting. Unsurpassed enlightenment is a painting. The entire phenomenal universe and the empty sky are nothing but a painting.

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

The grave itself is but a covered bridge, Leading from light to light, through a brief darkness!

Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.

It hath been often said, that it is not death, but dying, which is terrible.

Death reveals that the world is not as it should be but that it stands in need of redemption. Christ alone is the conquering of death.

Chastity prays for me, piety sings, Innocence sweetens my last black breath, Modesty hides my thighs in her wings, And all the deadly virtues plague my death!

One sometimes weeps over one's illusions with as much bitterness as over a death.

Death is a black camel, which kneels at the gates of all.

life's not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis

Those who fear death most are those who enjoy life least.

Anything that is of value in life only multiplies when it is given.

I'm afraid I'm being an awful nuisance.

Each day, we wake slightly altered, and the person we were yesterday is dead. So why, one could say, be afraid of death, when death comes all the time?

Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the haughty breadth of the universe, old age flowing free with the delicious near-by freedom of death.

Again and again there comes a time in history when the man who dares to say that two and two make four is punished with death. ("The Plague")

The frail, vulnerable sounds of which we are capable seem to be essential to a later ability to roar like a lion without scaring everyone to death.

The artist ought to know that a thousand painful deaths always lead into greater life.

The only certainties in life are death and taxes.

I never sat down and decided to make work about life and death. It just all comes out of my head like water pouring out of a jug.

Death is the handmaiden of the pilot. Sometimes it comes by accident, sometimes by an act of God.

Both of us victims of the same twentieth-century plague. Not the Black Death, this time; the Gray Life.

No Christian is abandoned at the moment of death. The angels are the ushers, and our passage to heaven is under their escort.

Our fear of death is like our fear that summer will be short, but when we have had our swing of pleasure, our fill of fruit, and our swelter of heat, we say we have had our day.

Be at peace, my friend. One thing I have learnt about Death is that his bark is worse than his bite.

Consciousness is the original sin: consciousness of the inevitability of our death.

Death then, being the way and condition of life, we cannot love to live if we cannot bear to die.

This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad.

No country is so peaceful as the one that leads into death. Life arches above one's head like a bridgespan, and below it flows the water, carries the boat, takes it further.

When the people stare at the sky and dream of blessedness, or when they quiver with fear for hell after death, their eyes get blinded so they can't see their own right of primogeniture.

That piecemeal peace is poor peace. What pure peace allows Alarms of wars, the daunting wars, the death of it?

The difficulty about all this dying, is that you can't tell a fellow anything about it, so where does the fun come in?

I think beating someone to death with a ukulele would just sound funny.

What is it that renders death terrible? Sin. We must therefore fear sin, not death.

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