Death

"I hope that Allah will not make me immortal, for death is his greatest gift to any true believer."

"Day's lustrous eyes grow heavy in sweet death."

": If you do not dare to die you will never win life."

"Gut' Nacht, Gordon. Ich denke einen langen Schlaf zu thun."

"Death is a human affirmation of a belief in “fate,” or level confusion. That is why the Bible says, “There is no death,” and why I demonstrated that death does not exist. I came to fulfill the law by reintepreting it. p. 10 When your body and your ego and your dreams are gone, you will know that you will last forever. Many think this is accomplished through death, but nothing is accomplished through death because death is nothing. Everything is accomplished through life, and life is of the mind and IN the Mind. The body neither lives nor dies because it cannot contain you who are life. If we share the same mind, you can overcome death because I did. Death is an attempt to resolve conflict by not willing at all. Like any other impossible solution which the ego attempts, it will not work. p. 132 Sleep is no more a form of death than death is a form of unconsciousness. Unconsciousness is impossible. You can rest in peace only because you are awake. Healing is release from the fear of waking and the substitution of the will to wake. The will to wake is the will to love, since ALL healing involves replacing fear with love. p. 195"

"Death ends a life, not a relationship."

"Soon the shroud shall lap thee fast, And the sleep be on thee cast That shall ne'er know waking."

"Like the dew on the mountain, Like the foam on the river, Like the bubble on the fountain, Thou art gone, and for ever!"

"Ultimum malorum est ex vivorum numero exire antequam moriaris."

": It is an extreme evil to depart from the company of the living before you die."

"In hoc enim fallimur, quod mortem prospicimus: magna pars eius iam praeterit; quidquid aetatis retro est mors tenet."

"Nulli potest secura vita contingere qui de producenda nimis cogitat."

"Non amittuntur sed præmittuntur."

": They are not lost but sent before."

": It is folly to die of the fear of death."

"Incertum est quo te loco mors expectet: itaque tu illam omni loco expecta."

"Interim pœna est mori, Sed sæpe donum; pluribus veniæ fuit."

": Sometimes death is a punishment; often a gift; it has been a favor to many."

": Any one may take life from man, but no one death; a thousand gates stand open to it."

"Optanda mors est, sine metu mortis mori."

"Mr. Bookman: Mr. Death, that little girl's only 8 years old. I'm ready now."

"Death's pale flag advanced in his cheeks."

"To be, or not to be, —that is the question:— Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? —To die, —to sleep,— No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, —'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, —to sleep;— To sleep! perchance to dream: —ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would these fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death,— The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn No traveller returns,—puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know naught of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; And enterprises of great pitch and moment, With this regard, their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action."

"O, I die, Horatio; The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit: I cannot live to hear the news from England; But I do prophesy the election lights On Fortinbras: he has my dying voice; So tell him, with the occurrents, more and less, Which have solicited. The rest is silence."

"All buildings are but monuments of death, All clothes but winding-sheets for our last knell, All dainty fattings for the worms beneath, All curious music but our passing bell: Thus death is nobly waited on, for why? All that we have is but death's livery."

"Death calls ye to the crowd of common men."

"He that on his pillow lies, Fear-embalmed before he dies Carries, like a sheep, his life, To meet the sacrificer's knife, And for eternity is prest, Sad bell-wether to the rest."

"Death is the event in life. It is our chief organizing principle. It’s why we rush and why we dawdle, why we better up our bosses and fawn over our children, why we like both fast cars and fading flowers, why we write poetry, why sex thrills us. It's why we wonder why we are here."

"Yet 'twill only be a sleep: When, with songs and dewy light, Morning blossoms out of Night, She will open her blue eyes 'Neath the palms of Paradise, While we foolish ones shall weep."

"We count it death to falter, not to die."

"To our graves we walk In the thick footprints of departed men."

"Your death and my death are mainly of importance to ourselves. The black plumes will be stripped off our hearses within the hour; tears will dry, hurt hearts close again, our graves grow level with the church-yard, and although we are away, the world wags on. It does not miss us; and those who are near us, when the first strangeness of vacancy wears off, will not miss us much either."

"Death! to the happy thou art terrible; But how the wretched love to think of thee, O thou true comforter! the friend of all Who have no friend beside!"

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"How we face death is at least as important as how we deal with life."

"David: Lieutenant Saavik was right: you never have faced death --"

"Death slue not him, but he made death his ladder to the skies."

"A free man thinks of death least of all things; and his wisdom is a meditation not of death but of life."

"Life into death—life’s other shape; no rupture, only crossing."

"If birth is a manifestation of life, death is another."

"Death, if thou wilt, fain would I plead with thee: Canst thou not spare, of all our hopes have built, One shelter where our spirits fain would be Death, if thou wilt?"

"For thee, O now a silent soul, my brother, Take at my hands this garland and farewell. Thin is the leaf, and chill the wintry smell, And chill the solemn earth, a fatal mother."

"On the mountains of memory, by the world's wellsprings, In all men's eyes, Where the light of the life of him is on all past things, Death only dies."

"Honesta mors turpi vita potior."

"Trust not your own powers till the day of your death."

"Death is not rare, alas! nor burials few, And soon the grassy coverlet of God Spreads equal green above their ashes pale."

"However convergent it be, evolution cannot attain to fulfilment on earth except through a point of dissociation. With this we are introduced to a fantastic and inevitable event which now begins to take shape in our perspective, the event which comes nearer with every day that passes: the end of all life on our globe, the death of the planet, the ultimate phase of the phenomenon of man. ... Now when sufficient elements have sufficiently agglomerated, this essentially convergent movement will attain such intensity and such quality that mankind, taken as a whole, will be obliged—as happened to the individual forces of instinct—to reflect upon itself at a single point; that is to say, in this case, to abandon its organo-planetary foothold so as to shift its centre on to the transcendent centre of its increasing concentration. This will be the end and the fulfilment of the spirit of the earth. The end of the world: the wholesale internal introversion upon itself of the noosphere, which has simultaneously reached the uttermost limit of its complexity and its centrality. The end of the world: the overthrow of equilibrium, detaching the mind, fulfilled at last, from its material matrix, so that it will henceforth rest with all its weight on God-Omega. ... The death of the materially exhausted planet; the split of the noosphere, divided on the form to be given to its unity; and simultaneously (endowing the event with all its significance and with all its value) the liberation of that percentage of the universe which, across time, space and evil, will have succeeded in laboriously synthesising itself to the very end. Not an indefinite progress, which is an hypothesis contradicted by the convergent nature of noogenesis, but an ecstasy transcending the dimensions and the framework of the visible universe."

"Do we not all, in this very hour, recall a death-bed scene in which some loved one has passed away? And, as we bring to mind the solemn reflections of that hour, are we not ready to hear and to heed the voice with which a dying wife once addressed him who stood sobbing by her side: "My dear husband, live for one thing, and only one thing; Just one thing, — the glory of God, the glory of God!""

"But O! for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!"

": What new thing then is it for a man to die, whose whole life is nothing else but a journey to death?"