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Last updated on December 19, 2024.
I think parts of my soul have been saved by my writing, not in the sense of escaping death, but escaping the death of the moment, perhaps.
My father was against the death penalty, and that was hard in the Son of Sam summer when fear was driving the desire for the death penalty.
In this deed is my hope, not in the mere timeless fact that God is love. I am saved not by the beautiful Trinitarian life of God but by the gory death of God. I am saved not by the touching of the three Persons in Heaven but by the touching of this love on the Cross to my life.
As long as your body is healthy and under control and death is distant, try to save your soul; when death is immanent what can you do? — © Chanakya
As long as your body is healthy and under control and death is distant, try to save your soul; when death is immanent what can you do?
They, then, who are destined to die, need not be careful to inquire what death they are to die, but into what place death will usher them.
And, as my father used to tell me growing up, "Play it beautiful, play it beautiful." He said, "I don't care if you don't hit all of the notes. If you don't move a person's heart, it's not music."
All night I have suffered; all night my flesh has trembled to bring forth its gift. The sweat of death is on my forehead; but it is not death, it is life!
I tried to think about these two issues very freely. With sex, I think I can manage with that. With death, this is a more difficult theme for me. I'm not a believer, even though I'm baptized. I don't practice. I don't believe in God, so I feel very alone facing death. What I discovered is that the only way to recognize death is if you are part of life, if you are part of sexual pleasure, if you link it with sexual pleasure.
I dislike death, however, there are some things I dislike more than death. Therefore, there are times when I will not avoid danger.
Modern thought has transferred the spectral character of Death to the notion of time itself. Time has become Death triumphant over all.
The future is always fairyland to the young. Life is like a beautiful and winding lane, on either side bright flowers, and beautiful butterflies and tempting fruits, which we scarcely pause to admire and to taste, so eager are we to hasten to an opening which we imagine will be more beautiful still. But by degrees, as we advance, the trees grow bleak; the flowers and butterflies fail, the fruits disappear, and we find we have arrived--to reach a desert waste.
Schools should be the most beautiful place in every town and village-so beautiful that the punishment for undutiful children should be barred from going to school the following day.
[Death is] a gimmick. It's the time-birth-death gimmick. Can't go on much longer, too many people are wising up.
We have long had death and taxes as the two standards of inevitability. But there are those who believe that death is the preferable of the two. — © Erwin Griswold
We have long had death and taxes as the two standards of inevitability. But there are those who believe that death is the preferable of the two.
Be of good cheer about death and know this as a truth, that no evil can happen to a good man, either in life or after death
Existence continues at death for the believer in a fuller, more fulfilling way. Death should hold no fear for the believer.
Death is the great Maecenas, Death is the great angel of writing. You must write because you are not going to live any more.
I was personally opposed to the death penalty, and yet I think I have probably asked for the death penalty more than most people in the United States.
Whether we like it or not, the one justification for the existence of all religions is death, they need death as much as we need bread to eat.
If a man confessed anything on his death bed, it was the truth; for no man could stare death in the face and lie.
Everybody here is so caught up in the game of life they don't see death. They don't see beyond their deaths. They are on the wheel of birth and death.
The mind will not believe in death, perhaps because, as far as the mind is concerned, death never happens.
The beautiful thing about music is that even so-called negative emotions like anger, sadness, frustration, when they come through the filter of music, they all become beautiful.
Beauty is more than just shining for others. You don’t need to have the perfect face to be beautiful. Being ugly or beautiful is a matter of energy, and true beauty comes from the heart.
It seems to me that whatever else is beautiful apart from asbsolute beauty is beautiful because it partakes of that absolute beauty, and for no other reason. Do you accept this kind of causality?
Accustom yourself to believe that death is nothing to us, for good and evil imply awareness, and death is the privation of all awareness; therefore a right understanding that death is nothing to us makes the mortality of life enjoyable, not by adding to life an unlimited time, but by taking away the yearning after immortality. For life has no terror; for those who thoroughly apprehend that there are no terrors for them in ceasing to live.
Birth and death are the most singular events we experience - and the contemplation of death, as of birth, should be a thing of beauty, not ignobility.
War is an initiation into the power of life and death. Women touch that power on the moment of birth, men at the edge of death.
There is no death. How can there be death if everything is part of the Godhead? The soul never dies and the body is never really alive.
I’m always feeling death, and that is a part of life. When you know a lot of people, you will always experience death.
Love, I thought, is stronger than death or the fear of death. Only by it, by love, life holds together and advances.
I am pro-death penalty, but not an enthusiastic death-penalty person. I think there's a place for it, that it should serve as a deterrent.
War is primarily not about victory or defeat but about death and the infliction of death. It represents the total failure of the human spirit.
Everywhere resoundeth the voices of those who preach death; and the earth is full of those to whom death hath to be preached.
I have no fear of death whatsoever. I suspect that few people do, what they all fear is what might happen in the years or months before death.
Since PTSD is being exposed to death and the death of someone close, I felt really close to [the soldiers].
There is no death! What seems so is transition; this life of mortal breath is but a suburb of the life elysian, whose portal we call Death.
Just as when water is frozen in to a form as ice and then melts - so at the time of death, there is no death. The spirit simply changes form.
There is a kitsch of death. For example, death transformed into sweet sleep: The 'good night, sweet prince' of the last scene of Hamlet. — © Saul Friedlander
There is a kitsch of death. For example, death transformed into sweet sleep: The 'good night, sweet prince' of the last scene of Hamlet.
Life and death are the same thing. When we realize this fact, we have no fear of death anymore, nor actual difficulty in our life.
There is no life and there is no death. Life and death are moving shadows cast upon the ground by clouds that sweep across the sky.
I knew there were no such things as death cooties. Unfortunately, that's an intellectual fact. And death cooties are an emotional reality.
Investing one cent more in oil, coal and gas is investing in the death of society, and the in the death of our children.
Red is a beautiful color when it comes to a saree, but if it's a nice vibrant-colored saree with some beautiful patterns, then I would love to wear it off the screen also.
While we're young and beautiful, living free and easy. Here without a worry, dancing in our bare feet because when the summer's done we might not be so young and beautiful.
I can't imagine something being beautiful at this point in history if it's destroying the planet or causing children to get sick. How can anything be beautiful if it's not ecologically intelligent at this point?
I think the minute you mention death, people run for the hills - unless it's heavy metal. People do not like death.
I don't have any fear of death. I do, however, have an inordinate fear of becoming dependent on other people. To me, that's the severest test, not death.
It is sparkling light, aromatic plants, a lofty palace, a flowing river, ripe fruit, a beautiful wife and abundant clothing, in an eternal abode of radiant joy, in beautiful soundly-constructed high houses.
They were afraid, never having learned what I taught myself: Defeat the fear of death and welcome the death of fear. — © G. Gordon Liddy
They were afraid, never having learned what I taught myself: Defeat the fear of death and welcome the death of fear.
Like other beautiful things in this world, its end (that of a shaft) is to be beautiful; and, in proportion to its beauty, it receives permission to be otherwise useless. We do not blame emeralds and rubies because we cannot make them into heads of hammers.
The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation.
Death wasn't part of God's original plan for humanity, and the Bible calls death an enemy - the last enemy to be destroyed.
The definition of 'morbid' is an unhealthy preoccupation with death. Unfortunately, there's no word to mean the perfectly healthy preoccupation with death, which is what I have.
Suge is the boss of Death Row, the don, you understand? But im the underboss, the capo. That's my job to what's best for Death Row
If death disappears there will be no mystery in life. That's why a dead thing has no mystery in it, a corpse has no mystery in it, because it cannot die anymore. You think it has no mystery because life has disappeared? No, it has no mystery because now it cannot die anymore. Death has disappeared, and with death automatically life disappears. Life is only one of the ways of death's expression.
Let it not be death but completeness. Let love melt into memory and pain into songs. Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest. Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night. Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence. I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way.
Oh death, death, why do you never come to me thus summoned always day by day?
Dying is strange and hard if it is not our death, but a death that takes us by storm, when we've ripened none within us.
A mouth that has no moisture and no breath Breathless mouths may summon; I hail the superhuman; I call it death-in-life and life-in-death.
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