Death
(page 4)
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
Absolute silence leads to sadness. It is the image of death.
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.
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.
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.
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.
It is not death that a man should fear, but he should fear never beginning to live.
Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.
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.
Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.
On the plus side, death is one of the few things that can be done just as easily lying down.
Death doesn't really worry me that much, I'm not frightened about it... I just don't want to be there when it happens.
When I look back on all these worries I remember the story of the old man who said on his deathbed that he had had a lot of trouble in his life, most of which had never happened.
If people should ever start to do only what is necessary millions would die of hunger.
Death may be the greatest of all human blessings.
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one.
Life is a banquet, and most poor suckers are starving to death!
Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.
Life is a disease, brother, and death begins already at birth. Every breath, every heartbeat, is a moment of dying - a little shove toward the end.
But now, for the first time, I see you are a man like me. I thought of your hand-grenades, of your bayonet, of your rifle; now I see your wife and your face and our fellowship. Forgive me, comrade. We always see it too late. Why do they never tell us that you are poor devils like us, that your mothers are just as anxious as ours, and that we have the same fear of death, and the same dying and the same agony. Forgive me, comrade; how could you be my enemy?
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