Death Quotes

Every time you cry, your tears put out my candle.

As it turns out, that persistence is a requirement. Thus, he would tell me, you need the dark to show the light, so you shouldn't curse darkness. You needed death to define life.

The only thing you must do, flesh-child, is die. The rest is but a trick of light in the foam on the waves.

Darkness and light. Black and white. But which is death, and which is life?

Believe that you are someone worth saving.

There is no place so dark that light cannot lead the way.

The difference in our potential as angels or demons is the effect of time on the decisions we make.

Healing cannot occur by refusing to listen to the truth, unsettling as it may be.

The world has two faces :The day or the bright moment whenwe naturally stay alive (awake).The night or the dark moment whenwe naturally remain dead (sleep).

The universe requires balance. Nothing, nothing, can exist without it. There is no life, no light, without death, without darkness. There is no memory… without emptiness.

When it came to life or death, or anything else important, the only one you could count on was yourself.

In times of war, skepticism can be just cause for execution.

In a race between danger and indecision, the difference between life and death comes down to confidence. Faith in our abilities, certainty in ourselves and the trust we put in others.

A man without trust might as well be dead.

Many marriages would have been laid to rest a long time ago, if they were not on a life-support machine called other people’s opinions and/or expectations.

It’s a sad fact that some people are only remembered once they’re dead.

I kiss her ghost, and sleep with the dust on her photograph, next to my bedside.

But life, they said, means life. Dying inside.The Devil was evil, mad, but I was the Devil's wifewhich made me worse. I howled in my cell.If the Devil is gone then how could this be hell?

It’s like I’d been walking a tightrope with a big safety net underneath me, but I never really thought about the net until someone took it away. And then every single step scared me to death.

When you go through a breakup, it feels likesomeone died. And the truth is that someone has died – the relationship.

The essence of death is discovered in the gap between one moment ceasing and another one beginning. That essence is the wakefulness that is our true nature.

The vessel dies, but the Spirit lives on.

Forgiveness is a conscious choice to become more liberated and less constrained by the past. This simple act of changing one’s mindset can be the wellspring of tolerance, mercy, and compassion.

My belief that everyone is a person, no matter what they’ve done, and that taking a human life is wrong.

By seizing every opportunity for kindness, forgiveness, healing, and love that crosses my path each day, I hope that my death, although perhaps sad for some, will be gracefully concluded.

Forgiveness before one’s death, isn’t just about asking and receiving it, it’s also about forgiving others.

I know that throughout my life I have struggled to forgive my father. Now, as I get older, I wish most of all that he had been able to find a way to forgive himself.

I want to fix an image of him in my head, but all I can see when I close my eyes is his body, still and lifeless in my arms. I let him go, and I will never forgive myself for that.

Would you have me forever carry hate for one who is dead?

Trying to get stuff straight right at the end when you never cared all through your life. Trying to get into heaven on the affirmative action plan.

Better to be blinded by love than hate

if the goddes can forgive her, can't we?""I think there's a big difference between forgiving her and makin her into something she wasn't just because she's dead

Still there are some, braver and more valiant than their peers, who face their demons head on, staring defiantly into the shadows, demanding forgiveness.

I sit with my knees pulled in tight and my arms wrapped around my shins. I can no longer feel my feet, as if blood refuses to spread so far from my heart.

Tears don't bring people back." Pain stabs from my chest to my fingertips."Tears aren't for the people we've lost. They are for us. So that we can remember and celebrate and miss them and feel human.

Farewell, my dearest. You have but gone ahead...but I shall follow, and run, at last, again into your arms...and laugh away the years that came between.

Suffering can precipitate creativity, liberating the creator through inspiration and then many available channels of human communication, and therefore there is value in suffering.

Death and parting are the same.

The only people in the whole world that Salim loved had been killed by the virus that traveled to America in his own blood.

But forever was a useless term, relevant only for the dead.

When he left us, he stole all the words.

This is what loss was, what death was: an escape into the luminous wave-forms, into the ineffable speed of the light-years and the parsecs, the eternally receding distances of the cosmos.

Death always feels far away from life, until it isn’t.

There are people that have had worse happen to them. All those people that died in the hotel bombing? All those that were maimed and left orphaned?

After she was gone, I sheathed her sword at my belt, draped her cloak over my shoulders, carried her heart in my arms, and, somehow, went on.

Time heals nothing. It only brings other issues and tissues, and takes what is incurable or unacceptable out of the center of our attention.

Loss is the uninvited door that extends us an unexpected invitation to unimaginable possibilities.

We would prefer all gain and no loss in life, yet that would gain us nothing more than great loss.

What is gone is gone and will not come back. When the earth swallows, it swallows forever and we are left to stumble along feeling the absences. These are our burdens.

You loved her, " Isobel