If you die you’re completely happy and your soul somewhere lives on. I’m not afraid of dying. Total peace after death, becoming someone else is the best hope I’ve got.
Those who support the death penalty are accepting a practice that is both ineffective and fundamentally flawed.
When the will defies fear, when duty throws the gauntlet down to fate, when honor scorns to compromise with death – that is heroism.
What you possess in the world will be found at the day of your death to belong to someone else. But what you are will be yours forever.
Every human being is under construction from conception to death.
The stroke of death is as a lover’s pinch, which hurts and is desired.
Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.
Our hope in life beyond death is a hope made possible, not by some general sentimental belief in life after death, but by our participation in the life of Christ.
Childhood vaccines are one of the great triumphs of modern medicine. Indeed, parents whose children are vaccinated no longer have to worry about their child’s death or disability from whooping cough, polio, diphtheria, hepatitis, or a host of other infections.
No evil can happen to a good man, either in life or after death. He and his are not neglected by the gods.
The only difference between death and taxes is that death doesn’t get worse every time Congress meets.
The death of one man is a tragedy. The death of millions is a statistic.
I was taught to confront things you can’t avoid. Death is one of those things. To live in a society where you’re trying not to look at it is stupid because looking at death throws us back into life with more vigour and energy. The fact that flowers don’t last for ever makes them beautiful.
The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.
There’s a War Crimes Act in the United States passed by a Republican Congress in 1996, which says that grave breaches of the Geneva Convention are subject to the death penalty. And that doesn’t mean the soldier that committed them – that means the commanders.
Being an old maid is like death by drowning, a really delightful sensation after you cease to struggle.
The art of war is of vital importance to the state. It is a matter of life and death, a road either to safety or to ruin. Hence it is a subject of inquiry which can on no account be neglected.
A revolution is a struggle to the death between the future and the past.
Seeing that our thirst was increasing and the water was killing us, while the storm did not abate, we agreed to trust to God, Our Lord, and rather risk the perils of the sea than wait there for certain death from thirst.
Of emotions, of love, of breakup, of love and hate and death and dying, mama, apple pie, and the whole thing. It covers a lot of territory, country music does.
I love the name of honor, more than I fear death.
I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death.
While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.
The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.
I saw also that there was an ocean of darkness and death, but an infinite ocean of light and love, which flowed over the ocean of darkness.
I’m one of those guys that is still a bit afraid of the telephone, its implications for conversation. I still wonder if the jukebox might be the death of live music.
Some people think football is a matter of life and death. I assure you, it’s much more serious than that.
I need your help. I am injured, near death, and too weak to hike out of here. I am all alone. This is no joke. In the name of God, please remain to save me. I am out collecting berries close by and shall return this evening. Thank you, Chris McCandless.
No matter how devastating our struggles, disappointments, and troubles are, they are only temporary. No matter what happens to you, no matter the depth of tragedy or pain you face, no matter how death stalks you and your loved ones, the Resurrection promises you a future of immeasurable good.
I simply can’t build my hopes on a foundation of confusion, misery and death… I think… peace and tranquillity will return again.
Men do not accept their prophets and slay them, but they love their martyrs and worship those whom they have tortured to death.
Every parting gives a foretaste of death, every reunion a hint of the resurrection.
To be idle is a short road to death and to be diligent is a way of life; foolish people are idle, wise people are diligent.
‘Tis the business of little minds to shrink; but he whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves his conduct, will pursue his principles unto death.
Sometimes the early bird gets the worm, but sometimes the early bird gets frozen to death.
If we don’t know life, how can we know death?
I believe that the death penalty is an effective penalty.
Give the peasants neither life nor death.
I would rather die a meaningful death than to live a meaningless life.
Good music comes out of people playing together, knowing what they want to do and going for it. You have to sweat over it and bug it to death. You can’t do it by pushing buttons and watching a TV screen.
As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so a life well spent brings happy death.
If physical death is the price that I must pay to free my white brothers and sisters from a permanent death of the spirit, then nothing can be more redemptive.
When life is victorious, there is birth; when it is thwarted, there is death. A warrior is always engaged in a life-and-death struggle for Peace.
I don’t want to put one innocent person to death to put 99 that are guilty to death. So philosophically I’m a tooth-for-tooth guy, but the reality is the death penalty as public policy is flawed.
People fear death even more than pain. It’s strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend.
Death is the solution to all problems. No man – no problem.
Yes, people pull the trigger – but guns are the instrument of death. Gun control is necessary, and delay means more death and horror.
The dead cannot cry out for justice. It is a duty of the living to do so for them.
I’ve said this over and over, but I’ll say it a million more times – I’m concerned more about the death of a bee than I am about terrorism. Because we’re losing hives and bees by the millions because of such strong pesticides.
Who am I? Not the body, because it is decaying; not the mind, because the brain will decay with the body; not the personality, nor the emotions, for these also will vanish with death.
The first moments of sleep are an image of death; a hazy torpor grips our thoughts and it becomes impossible for us to determine the exact instant when the ‘I,’ under another form, continues the task of existence.
If someone were to say that life at hard labor is as painful as death and therefore equally cruel, I should reply that, taking all the unhappy moments of perpetual slavery together, it is perhaps even more painful, but these moments are spread out over a lifetime, and capital punishment exercises all its power in an instant.
The message that President Obama delivered in his speech at Notre Dame was: morality is immoral. Pro-life is the extremist position, not a moral position. Yet we should compromise and work to reduce abortions. Where’s the compromise between life and death – and why work to reduce the number of them occurring if there’s nothing wrong with them?
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.
When I was a child, I used to paint intently. The older I become, and the closer death approaches, the brighter my life gets day by day.
Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.
There is no life to be found in violence. Every act of violence brings us closer to death. Whether it’s the mundane violence we do to our bodies by overeating toxic food or drink or the extreme violence of child abuse, domestic warfare, life-threatening poverty, addiction, or state terrorism.
We cast away priceless time in dreams, born of imagination, fed upon illusion, and put to death by reality.
We are being choked to death by the amount of plastic that we throw away. It’s killing our oceans. It’s entering into our bodies in the fish we eat.
The very first thing you learn if you’re a gentleman is that you never compare one woman to another. That’s the way of all death.
I am not a snowflake. I am not a sweet, infantilising symbol of fragility and life. I am a strong, fierce, flawed adult woman. I plan to remain that way, in life and in death.
There are only three events in a man’s life; birth, life, and death; he is not conscious of being born, he dies in pain, and he forgets to live.
When you look at death, it makes you understand the importance of the moment when you have life and death in front of you, and you witness seeing someone deteriorating in front of you – it’s an overwhelming experience. If you don’t learn from that, I don’t know what else you’re gonna learn.
To have faith doesn’t mean you get any less frustrated when you don’t do your best, but you know that it’s not life and death. Take what you’re given, and when you continue to work hard, you will see results. That will give you the confidence you need to keep going.
The Negro race, like all races, is going to be saved by its exceptional men. The problem of education, then, among Negroes must first of all deal with the Talented Tenth; it is the problem of developing the Best of this race that they may guide the Mass away from the contamination and death of the Worst, in their own and other races.
Death is a fearful thing.
Death comes to all, but great achievements build a monument which shall endure until the sun grows cold.
Among the many signs of a lively faith and hope we have in eternal life, one of the surest is not being overly sad at the death of those whom we dearly love in our Lord.
I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.
Death Row inmates are almost twice as expensive to house each year as other inmates. Death penalty trials are much costlier than trials where execution is not a potential punishment and consume more time from judges, public defenders, and other legal personnel.
Long hair is an unpardonable offence which should be punishable by death.
See, I have set before you this day life and good, death and evil… I have set before you life and death, blessing and curse; therefore choose life.
Let us all be brave enough to die the death of a martyr, but let no one lust for martyrdom.
All persons harboring or secreting the conspirators or aiding their concealment or escape, will be treated as accomplices in the murder of the President and shall be subject to trial before a military commission, and the punishment of death.
It is better to risk starving to death then surrender. If you give up on your dreams, what’s left?
Life and death. At some point we’re gonna leave this world. Do I know when? Absolutely not.
Courage is being scared to death… and saddling up anyway.
Some people die at 25 and aren’t buried until 75.
Life is hard. Then you die. Then they throw dirt in your face. Then the worms eat you. Be grateful it happens in that order.
I’m gonna live till I die.
The death penalty issue is obviously a divisive one. But whether one is for or against, you can not deny the basic illogic – if we know the system is flawed, if we know there are innocent people on Death Row, then until the system is reformed, should we not abandon the death penalty to protect those who are innocent?
If, through death penalty, we can create fears, though it’s against my will, we have to do it.
The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.
Perhaps grief is not about empty, but full. The full breath of life that includes death. The completeness, the cycles, the depth, the richness, the process, the continuity and the treasure of the moment that is gone the second you are aware of it.
The slave is doomed to worship time and fate and death, because they are greater than anything he finds in himself, and because all his thoughts are of things which they devour.
I am not afraid of death, I just don’t want to be there when it happens.
Love has no age, no limit; and no death.
No evil can happen to a good man, either in life or after death.
Death has its revelations: the great sorrows which open the heart open the mind as well; light comes to us with our grief. As for me, I have faith; I believe in a future life. How could I do otherwise? My daughter was a soul; I saw this soul. I touched it, so to speak.
I’m completely in favor of the separation of Church and State. My idea is that these two institutions screw us up enough on their own, so both of them together is certain death.
We are dying from overthinking. We are slowly killing ourselves by thinking about everything. Think. Think. Think. You can never trust the human mind anyway. It’s a death trap.
A martyr can never cooperate with death, go to death in a way that they’re not trying to escape.
I don’t want to have lived in vain like most people. I want to be useful or bring enjoyment to all people, even those I’ve never met. I want to go on living even after my death!
Suicide is man’s way of telling God, ‘You can’t fire me – I quit.’
My fear was not of death itself, but a death without meaning.
The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
Cinema sustains life. It captures death in its progress.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
If we lose love and self respect for each other, this is how we finally die.
How strange this fear of death is! We are never frightened at a sunset.
The safest course is to do nothing against one’s conscience. With this secret, we can enjoy life and have no fear from death.
I think everyone understands grief, the journey it takes us on, whether it’s the death of a loved one, the end of a relationship, a disappointment. Some people don’t deal with it, the power of it. Some do. Some feel the weight of it and it informs their choices. I’ve had to open up to grief in different contexts.
Hatred is corrosive of a person’s wisdom and conscience; the mentality of enmity can poison a nation’s spirit, instigate brutal life and death struggles, destroy a society’s tolerance and humanity, and block a nation’s progress to freedom and democracy.
The darkness of death is like the evening twilight; it makes all objects appear more lovely to the dying.
In the long run we are all dead.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
I offer neither pay, nor quarters, nor food; I offer only hunger, thirst, forced marches, battles and death. Let him who loves his country with his heart, and not merely with his lips, follow me.
All I want is a gentleman. I’m sick to bloody death of bastards.
I intend to live forever, or die trying.
Each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh morning a little youth, every going to rest and sleep a little death.
The idea is to die young as late as possible.
I’m not afraid of death, but I resent it. I think it’s unfair and irritating. Every time I see something beautiful, I not only want to return to it, but it makes me want to see other beautiful things. I know I’m not going to get to all the places I want to go.
My hair’s a pain in live performance. I’m always inhaling it: I almost choked to death a couple of times.
The tragedy of life is in what dies inside a man while he lives – the death of genuine feeling, the death of inspired response, the awareness that makes it possible to feel the pain or the glory of other men in yourself.
They tell us that suicide is the greatest piece of cowardice… that suicide is wrong; when it is quite obvious that there is nothing in the world to which every man has a more unassailable title than to his own life and person.
You know, the Bible is so clear. Go to Genesis chapter nine and you will find the death penalty clearly stated in Genesis chapter nine… God ordains the death penalty!
If any foreign minister begins to defend to the death a ‘peace conference’, you can be sure his government has already placed its orders for new battleships and airplanes.
Prayer in a combat zone serves exactly the same purpose as it does in peacetime. In war, the stakes are life and death, true; but if you believe in God and in the notion of a human soul, then we are always making decisions of tremendous significance.
Our life is made by the death of others.
Are you not moved to tears and bitter compassion, when you behold the only Son of God seized by the most impious, dragged away, mocked, scourged, buffeted, spit upon, crowned with thorns, hung upon the infamous cross between two thieves, finally in such a horrible and execrable manner suffering death, for your salvation and that of the world?
I found the experience of falling in love or being in love was a death: a death of everything. You kind of watch yourself die in a wonderful way, and you experience for the briefest moment – if you see yourself for a moment through their eyes – everything you believed about yourself gone. In a death-and-rebirth sense.
An Atheist believes that a hospital should be built instead of a church. An atheist believes that deed must be done instead of prayer said. An atheist strives for involvement in life and not escape into death. He wants disease conquered, poverty vanished, war eliminated.
Even in the valley of the shadow of death, two and two do not make six.
I thank my God for graciously granting me the opportunity of learning that death is the key which unlocks the door to our true happiness.
You have only to see what became of my father’s will immediately after his death, and the wills of so many other kings. I know it well; but nevertheless, they have wished it; they gave me no rest nor repose, no calm until it was done.
I think life is sacred, whether it’s abortion or the death penalty.
Anyone who supports terrorism, anyone who sees terrorism as a legitimate means, anyone who uses terrorism to cause the death of innocent people is a terrorist in my eyes.
I do not agree with what you have to say, but I’ll defend to the death your right to say it.
My sister is a mess. I love her to death, but she is a mess.
Life is fragile: it thrives only in a narrow range of temperatures between freezing and boiling. How lucky that our planet is just the right distance from the sun: a little farther, and the death of the perpetual Antarctic winter – or worse – would prevail; a little closer, and the surface would truly fry anything that touched it.
The death penalty not only takes away the life of the person strapped to the table – it takes away a little bit of the humanity in each of us.
I love those who can smile in trouble, who can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. ‘Tis the business of little minds to shrink, but they whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves their conduct, will pursue their principles unto death.
Anyone who was alive during the outbreak of the bubonic plague in the 14th century experienced something terrifyingly close to the widespread death and chaos of an apocalyptic event.
Give me liberty or give me death.
I am politically pro-choice, but personally pro-life. I have my faith but refuse to force it on the world at large – especially this world, so brutal and unjust. I cannot make these wrenching personal life and death decisions for others – nor do I believe they should be made by a church run by childless men.
All the criticism and all of the praise, it doesn’t – it’s not worth the salt that goes on my bread, because TV is fickle. You can be loved one day and hated the next day. One day, you’re getting an award. And the next day, you’re getting a death threat.
If the human condition were the periodic table, maybe love would be hydrogen at No. 1. Death would be helium at No. 2. Power, I reckon, would be where oxygen is.
In an artwork you’re always looking for artistic decisions, so an ashtray is perfect. An ashtray has got life and death.
Everyone sees something different in ‘Endgame’: a biblical apocalypse, a portrait of painful co-dependency, a confession of guilt and dignity in the face of death, a night of baffling hopelessness, a meaningless babble. Each interpretation reveals an absurd truth – not about the play, but about the person watching it.
Racism and injustice and violence sweep our world, bringing a tragic harvest of heartache and death.
We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.
Never chase a lie. Let it alone, and it will run itself to death.
It is old age, rather than death, that is to be contrasted with life. Old age is life’s parody, whereas death transforms life into a destiny: in a way it preserves it by giving it the absolute dimension. Death does away with time.
We’ve enshrined the purity, sanctity, value, and importance of bringing children into the world, yet we don’t discuss death. There used to be an enshrined period where mourning was a necessary part of going through the process of grieving; death wasn’t considered morbid or antisocial. But that’s totally gone.
The death penalty confronts us with a penetrating moral question: Can even the monstrous crimes of those who are condemned to death and are truly guilty of such crimes erase their sacred dignity as human beings and their intrinsic right to life?
Nothing is more sad than the death of an illusion.
Pale Death beats equally at the poor man’s gate and at the palaces of kings.
You cannot hear the name Martin Luther King, Jr., and not think of death. You might hear the words ‘I have a dream,’ but they will doubtlessly only serve to underscore an image of a simple motel balcony, a large man made small, a pool of blood. For as famous as he may have been in life, it is – and was – death that ultimately defined him.
Benjamin Franklin said there were only two things certain in life: death and taxes. But I’d like to add a third certainty: trash. And while some in this room might want to discuss reducing taxes, I want to talk about reducing trash.
The more you live in the present moment, the more the fear of death disappears.
Once you start doing only what you’ve already proven you can do, you’re on the road to death.
Our life dreams the Utopia. Our death achieves the Ideal.
Suffering, failure, loneliness, sorrow, discouragement, and death will be part of your journey, but the Kingdom of God will conquer all these horrors. No evil can resist grace forever.
I enjoy every climb – maybe it’s because it’s a literal dance between life and death.
You can change your world by changing your words… Remember, death and life are in the power of the tongue.
Life without idealism is empty indeed. We just hope or starve to death.
As one whose husband and mother-in-law have died the victims of murder and assassination, I stand firmly and unequivocally opposed to the death penalty for those convicted of capital offenses… An evil deed is not redeemed by an evil deed of retaliation.
Death is better than slavery.
Serenity is the balance between good and bad, life and death, horrors and pleasures. Life is, as it were, defined by death. If there wasn’t death of things, then there wouldn’t be any life to celebrate.
Human experience resembles the battered moon that tracks us in cycles of light and darkness, of life and death, now seeking out and now stealing away from the sun that gives it light and symbolizes eternity.
There is no lonelier man in death, except the suicide, than that man who has lived many years with a good wife and then outlived her. If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.
Life and death are illusions. We are in a constant state of transformation.
If a man has not discovered something that he will die for, he isn’t fit to live.
Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.
What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.
Don’t send me flowers when I’m dead. If you like me, send them while I’m alive.
Communism possesses a language which every people can understand – its elements are hunger, envy, and death.
Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.
There is but One God. His name is Truth; He is the Creator. He fears none; he is without hate. He never dies; He is beyond the cycle of births and death. He is self-illuminated. He is realized by the kindness of the True Guru. He was True in the beginning; He was True when the ages commenced and has ever been True. He is also True now.
When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.
Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It’s the transition that’s troublesome.
The death clock is ticking slowly in our breast, and each drop of blood measures its time, and our life is a lingering fever.
We should weep for men at their birth, not at their death.
Do the thing you fear most and the death of fear is certain.
Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. For even the very wise cannot see all ends.
Death does not concern us, because as long as we exist, death is not here. And when it does come, we no longer exist.
No one can make you happy. No one can help you grow in life more than you can. I can love you to death, but I can only go so far. I can inspire and encourage you as much as I can, but when you play an active role to find that self-security and that self-worth, it makes the difference.
One death is a tragedy; one million is a statistic.
I intend to leave after my death a large fund for the promotion of the peace idea, but I am skeptical as to its results.
Know one knows whether death, which people fear to be the greatest evil, may not be the greatest good.
And how can man die better than facing fearful odds, for the ashes of his fathers, and the temples of his Gods?
Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.
I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.
Life and death are one thread, the same line viewed from different sides.
When faith is lost, when honor dies, the man is dead.
It has long been said the only things in life that are certain are death and taxes. Automatic enrollment for insurance of 401k loans would add an additional certainty. Fewer Americans would suffer the unnecessary loss of retirement savings due to unanticipated and untimely misfortune in an already stressful time of need.
Be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for humanity.
Death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily.
If we must die, we die defending our rights.
God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. Yet his shadow still looms. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives; who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves?
Puerto Ricans who find they can no longer afford to keep their pets often choose to drop their dogs, sometimes even whole litters of puppies, at a beach – sometimes under cover of night, in secret – rather than surrender the animal to a city or state-run shelter where the animals will face grim conditions and almost certain death by euthanasia.
In this world nothing can be said to be certain, except death and taxes.
Regard your soldiers as your children, and they will follow you into the deepest valleys; look on them as your own beloved sons, and they will stand by you even unto death.
Death and life have their determined appointments; riches and honors depend upon heaven.
The enemy fought with savage fury, and met death with all its horrors, without shrinking or complaining: not one asked to be spared, but fought as long as they could stand or sit.
Liberty for wolves is death to the lambs.
I had reasoned this out in my mind, there was one of two things I had a right to, liberty or death; if I could not have one, I would have the other.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
In Christ we see a maturity of love that flowers in self-sacrifice and forgiveness; a maturity of power that never swerves from the ideal of service; a maturity of goodness that overcomes every temptation, and, of course, we see the ultimate victory of life over death itself.
Statistics are the triumph of the quantitative method, and the quantitative method is the victory of sterility and death.
We love the sight of the brown and ruddy earth; it is the color of life, while a snow-covered plain is the face of death. Yet snow is but the mask of the life-giving rain; it, too, is the friend of man, the tender, sculpturesque, immaculate, warming, fertilizing snow.
Healthy children will not fear life if their elders have integrity enough not to fear death.
Attachment and aversion are the root cause of karma, and karma originates from infatuation. Karma is the root cause of birth and death, and these are said to be the source of misery. None can escape the effect of their own past karma.
And now, once again, I bid my hideous progeny go forth and prosper. I have an affection for it, for it was the offspring of happy days, when death and grief were but words, which found no true echo in my heart.
I always say, complacency is the kiss of death.
What kind of system do we have when innocent people can sit on death row for 30 years?
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
Death may be the greatest of all human blessings.
I believe that people would be alive today if there were a death penalty.
Inactivity is death.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.
The goal of all life is death.
In Goddess religion death is not feared, but is understood to be a part of life, followed by birth and renewal.
I believe in the Prince of Peace. I believe that War is Murder. I believe that armies and navies are at bottom the tinsel and braggadocio of oppression and wrong, and I believe that the wicked conquest of weaker and darker nations by nations whiter and stronger but foreshadows the death of that strength.
Life is a great sunrise. I do not see why death should not be an even greater one.
Lebanon, Israel, Ireland, South Africa – wherever there is a bleeding sore on the body of the world, the same hard-eyed narrow-minded fanatics are busy, indifferent to life, in love with death.
No matter how prepared you think you are for the death of a loved one, it still comes as a shock, and it still hurts very deeply.
I wish to be a martyr, and I don’t fear death.
Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death!
It is not death that a man should fear, but he should fear never beginning to live.
Nothing in life is promised except death.
True love makes the thought of death frequent, easy, without terrors; it merely becomes the standard of comparison, the price one would pay for many things.
The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.
If your best friend has stolen your girlfriend, it does become life and death.
When the state imposes the death penalty, it proclaims that taking one human life counterbalances the taking of another life. This assumption is profoundly mistaken.
I love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. ‘Tis the business of little minds to shrink, but he whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves his conduct, will pursue his principles unto death.
Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.
When you make a drama, you spend all day beating a guy to death with a hammer, or what have you. Or, you have to take a bite out of somebody’s face. On the other hand, with a comedy, you yell at Billy Crystal for an hour, and you go home.
Everybody wants to go to heaven, but nobody wants to die.
I am He who lives, and was dead, and behold, I am alive forevermore. Amen. And I have the keys of Hades and of Death.
Generally speaking, the Way of the warrior is resolute acceptance of death.
There have been hours in my unhappy life, many of them, when the contemplation of death as the end of earthly sorrow – of the grave as a resting place for the tired and worn out body – has been pleasant to dwell upon.
I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life, but that great consciousness of life.
After a natural disaster, safe drinking water is a priority. Humans can live longer without food than water, so communication about clean water is essential to help avoid the risk of cholera, dysentery, malnutrition, famine, and death.
Death and love are the two wings that bear the good man to heaven.
Art is the tree of life. Science is the tree of death.
I don’t believe in the death penalty, but I understand personal vengeance.
The man who buried Malcolm X – my Muslim imam, priest – he, after I got beat up by police… came to me, and he said, ‘You don’t need this American name.’ And I was susceptible to it at the time because, God knows, I had just gotten whipped near to death. So he gave me an Arab name; he gave me the name Amir Barakat.
I put for the general inclination of all mankind, a perpetual and restless desire of power after power, that ceaseth only in death.
I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived.
Even death is not to be feared by one who has lived wisely.
Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing.
It is important to feel the anger without judging it, without attempting to find meaning in it. It may take many forms: anger at the health-care system, at life, at your loved one for leaving. Life is unfair. Death is unfair. Anger is a natural reaction to the unfairness of loss.
If you look at the movie ‘Belly,’ I identify with Sincere the most. I am a gangster. I love my lady to death. I’m not in the game for the wrong reasons. I’m not in the game for the glory. I’m in the game to survive so the people that I love could be straight. I’m a highly intelligent individual.
Without health life is not life; it is only a state of langour and suffering – an image of death.
I don’t fear death so much as I fear its prologues: loneliness, decrepitude, pain, debilitation, depression, senility. After a few years of those, I imagine death presents like a holiday at the beach.
The destination is a happy life, an accomplished life that doesn’t end with death but with eternal life.
Not all moral issues have the same moral weight as abortion and euthanasia. There may be legitimate diversity of opinion even among Catholics about waging war and applying the death penalty, but not… with regard to abortion and euthanasia.
I support the death penalty. But I also think there has to be no margin for error.
Animals have a much better attitude to life and death than we do. They know when their time has come. We are the ones that suffer when they pass, but it’s a healing kind of grief that enables us to deal with other griefs that are not so easy to grab hold of.
The death of my husband, coming immediately after the general knowledge of the discoveries with which his name is associated, was felt by the public, and especially by the scientific circles, to be a national misfortune.
I didn’t attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.
If you die in an elevator, be sure to push the Up button.
A useless life is an early death.
Death is a release from the impressions of the senses, and from desires that make us their puppets, and from the vagaries of the mind, and from the hard service of the flesh.
Intellectual growth should commence at birth and cease only at death.
Our criminal justice system is fallible. We know it, even though we don’t like to admit it. It is fallible despite the best efforts of most within it to do justice. And this fallibility is, at the end of the day, the most compelling, persuasive, and winning argument against a death penalty.
I have come to regard November as the older, harder man’s October. I appreciate the early darkness and cooler temperatures. It puts my mind in a different place than October. It is a month for a quieter, slightly more subdued celebration of summer’s death as winter tightens its grip.
I decided to devote my life to telling the story because I felt that having survived I owe something to the dead. and anyone who does not remember betrays them again.
If there is a meaning in life at all, then there must be a meaning in suffering. Suffering is an ineradicable part of life, even as fate and death. Without suffering and death, human life cannot be complete.
Prior to penicillin and medical research, death was an everyday occurrence. It was intimate.
We will all, someday, experience death, and become obsolete as a dead leaf falling from a tree, crushed by passersby to ashes underlying the earth.
Which death is preferably to every other? ‘The unexpected’.
There is no easy walk to freedom anywhere, and many of us will have to pass through the valley of the shadow of death again and again before we reach the mountaintop of our desires.
Bravery is the capacity to perform properly even when scared half to death.
Death is not the worst that can happen to men.
‘Hamlet’ is one of the most dangerous things ever set down on paper. All the big, unknowable questions like what it is to be a human being; the difference between sanity and insanity; the meaning of life and death; what’s real and not real. All these subjects can literally drive you mad.
When one is young, aspiring to play for the country, doing well, any hindrance, like injury or being out of form, can be frustrating and a cause of annoyance or even anger. But once you have a close encounter with death, you realise the real value of life.
If I take death into my life, acknowledge it, and face it squarely, I will free myself from the anxiety of death and the pettiness of life – and only then will I be free to become myself.
We all pay for life with death, so everything in between should be free.
The true face of smoking is disease, death and horror – not the glamour and sophistication the pushers in the tobacco industry try to portray.
Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything – all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure – these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important.
Death is really a great blessing for humanity, without it there could be no real progress. People who lived for ever would not only hamper and discourage the young, but they would themselves lack sufficient stimulus to be creative.
I don’t have no fear of death. My only fear is coming back reincarnated.
Absolute silence leads to sadness. It is the image of death.
It is the cause, not the death, that makes the martyr.
Curiosity is life. Assumption is death.
There are worse things in life than death. Have you ever spent an evening with an insurance salesman?
I never imagined that divorce would be part of my life history or my family’s legacy. When people say that divorce can be more painful than death, I understand why. But like any great trial, God uses everything for good, if we allow Him to heal us.
Death consists, indeed, in a repeated process of unrobing, or unsheathing. The immortal part of man shakes off from itself, one after the other, its outer casings, and – as the snake from its skin, the butterfly from its chrysalis – emerges from one after another, passing into a higher state of consciousness.
Sometimes, how you ingest this idea of masculinity as projected onto you by the world could be the difference of life and death.
I am determined to offer an apology with my death.
It is not the end of the physical body that should worry us. Rather, our concern must be to live while we’re alive – to release our inner selves from the spiritual death that comes with living behind a facade designed to conform to external definitions of who and what we are.
Big waves are a whole different ball game. You’re riding a wave with an immense amount of speed and power, generally over 10 meters. On the face of the wave, obviously life and death thoughts start to happen.
The death penalty and the arguments it inspires don’t only involve ethics, morals, and justice. There are bureaucratic and economic aspects to it as well. All these different aspects commingle in ways that convince me we should take whatever steps we can to abolish the death penalty.