To The Death Quotes

One dead and one alone. That's how the story ends.

The life is cruel death to me without you.

It's hard to imagine, seeing all of us breathing yet one day each of us shall be gone, leaving memories.

There was a story etched in each wrinkle on his forehead-the stories any long life can amass but that only a lonely life locks forever.

Death has become so predictable that I have neither the youthful reverence of it nor the middle-age fear.

Twilight …Not just a metaphorThe metaphor of the ‘spirit’The confluence of life and deathThe celestial dance of existential and essential(Page 75)

You are a dust with beautiful spirit.

Any self-defense situation has the potential to quickly become A 'life and death' situation, therefore your practice of martial arts should be undertaken, as if your very life depends on it . . .

I heard death had a name, but I forgot what it was.

When I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then warming up completely. Healing.

To understand how growth, aging and death works, you must understand the radiation environment.

For all bodies are in perpetual flux like rivers, and parts are passing in and out of them continually.

Do more than just exist

Fear is always death. Faith is life. Have faith and your victory is assured.

Death is a departure.

There is nothing to lose in this life.

The Creator determines entrance and exit of every soul.

We live as if life will never end.

Death is misery! The lifeless person was once full of life.

I live with a passionate passion. I know one day, I will be gone.

If only the dead will return…?

The graveyard is every man final resting place.

All souls have a body.

The death of our self-worth begins at its appraisal, for such an action erroneously implies that our worth can be quantified.

Each time we choose to step down for others that is a form of death to self.

Life demands death to self

Death changes nothing but the masks that cover our faces.

To make yourself something less than you can be - that too is a form of suicide.

But now the other half of "us" was gone and, lying there in my shadowy room, I'd be struck with this realization that I had no clue how to be just me again.

Our Soul Allies light the fire in those initial visits, but it’s up to us to keep it burning.

100: Live This Day as if It Were Your Last.

What distresses us is not loosing life, but losing what gives it meaning.

The meaning of life is that it ends

[H]e found poetry more comforting than Scripture—and his ability to forge from his life a cogent, powerful tale of living with death.

I am sustained by the certainty that life has meaning. As does death.

If nothing lasts then everything has meaning. If everything dies that means we actually live.

Your life is not a countdown to your death, but a stepping stone for the lives that will live after you. Squander today, and you will find yourself useless tomorrow.

Leaving the familiar for unknown terrain is like a death - and feeling this level of finality should snap one back to life for life has greater meaning in the face of death.

What's the use in prolonging life if you don't do anything with it?

All I know of heaven and all I know of death is in this park: an elegant universe in ceaseless motion, teeming with ruined ruins and screaming children.

All names disappear. Children should be taught that in elementary school. But we're afraid to teach them.

By living exclusively for the present, we let ourselves be hemmed in by an ocean of death. Conversely, by reviving the past, we enlarge our living space.

There is no unstoppable force but time, no impenetrable object except that which separates us from the past.

A past will never die. It's always there and always present as long as your living breathing and able to remember.

Past beings interact with present ones because life and death are a continuum and expiration entails no loss of vital essence.

And so beneath the weight lay IAnd suffered death, but could not die.

Mankind, in all his lusts, punishes himself. The gods have to do very little.

It would take me a long time to understand how systems inflict pain and hardship in people's lives and to learn that being kind in an unjust system is not enough.

Most of the dreams that have suffered to death were murdered by their own owners.

Are you so dead inside you don't feel the daily anguish, terror and deathly suffering of millions? What happened to you? You've changed.