Top 1200 Death Comfort Quotes & Sayings - Page 17

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Last updated on December 4, 2024.
Comfort is the enemy of creativity.
Society in shipwreck is comfort to all.
Death teaches us to live; it gives us a boundary to map our living within. Death's hammer breaks through the mirror separating us from light. — © David Meltzer
Death teaches us to live; it gives us a boundary to map our living within. Death's hammer breaks through the mirror separating us from light.
There's little comfort in the wise
I prefer adventure to comfort.
Expansion is life, contraction is death. Love is life, hatred is death.
Comfort's in heaven, and we are on the earth
Nobody's death is impending." ..."Well technically everyone's death is impending.
I do not fear death. I know it is coming, and I do not fear it, because I believe there is nothing on the other side of death to fear.
The essence of your awareness field definitely goes on after death. It goes through death, it goes into non-physical states for a time, and then eventually is pulled back and it reincarnates.
I'm a huge sucker for comfort.
If you let the world roll on the way it's rolling, you're voting for death. I'm not voting for death.
Don't confuse comfort with happiness. — © Dean Karnazes
Don't confuse comfort with happiness.
The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying says that death is the graduation ceremony, while living is just a long course in learning and preparing for the next journey. If we acknowledge death as the beginning, then how can we fear it?
So it’s your death suit.” “Correct. Don’t you have a death outfit?” “Yeah,” I said. “It’s a dress I bought for my fifteenth birthday party. But I don’t wear it on dates.” His eyes lit up. “We’re on a date?” he asked. I looked down, feeling bashful. “Don’t push it.
Comfort is the enemy of the artist.
The comfort and sweetness of peace.
People go around mourning the death of God; it's the death of sssin that bothers me. Without ssin, people aren't people any more, they're just ssoul-less sheep.
Death is the final stage of growth in this life. There is no total death. Only the body dies. The self or the spirit, or whatever you may wish to label it, is eternal. You may interpret this in any way that makes you comfortable.
Hunting is part of a cycle of life that repeats. Life. Death. Life. Death. Death is part of life.
Comfort is key for a barbecue.
Our Savior was crucified for our sakes that by His death He might give us life and train and attract us all to endurance. To Him I press on, and to the Father and to the Holy Spirit. I strive to be found true, judging myself unworthy of this world's goods; and yet not I because of the world, but the world because of me. Think of all these things in your heart; follow them with zeal; fight, as you have been commanded, for the truth to the death: For Christ was made 'obedient' even 'to death'
Idealism is the death of the body and the imagination. All but freedom, utter freedom, is death
Sin brought death, and death will disappear with the disappearance of sin.
This country is being managed to death, being public related to death.
Death is not a tragedy to the one who dies; to have wasted the life before that death, that is the tragedy.
Easy comfort isn't comforting
What a comfort is friendship in this world.
I was a comfort factor. I'm not a hustler.
The U.S. intelligence community is palsied by lawyers. When we were going to capture Osama bin Laden, for example, the lawyers were more concerned with bin Laden's safety and his comfort than they were with the officers charged with capturing him. We had to build an ergonomically designed chair to put him in, special comfort in terms of how he was shackled into the chair. They even worried about what kind of tape to gag him with so it wouldn't irritate his beard. The lawyers are the bane of the intelligence community.
Comfort and indolence are cronies.
Comfort is the killer of creativity.
NYU was my comfort zone.
Growth and comfort do not coexist.
My comfort zone is in a kitchen.
If it be aught toward the general good, Set honor in one eye and death i' th' other, And I will look on both indifferently; For let the gods so speed me as I love The name of honor more than I fear death.
I can't invest in areas of comfort.
Cats are connoisseurs of comfort. — © James Herriot
Cats are connoisseurs of comfort.
The right to a good death is a basic human freedom. The [2006-JAN] Supreme Court's decision to uphold aid in dying allows us to view and act on death as a dignified moral and godly choice for those suffering with terminal illnesses.
I just dress for comfort.
When great loss happens - deaths close to you or your own approaching death - this is an opportunity for stepping completely out of identification with form and realizing the essence of who you are, or that the essence of anyone who is suffering or dying is beyond death.
The first book by an African American I read was Carl T. Rowan's memoir, Go South to Sorrow. I found it on the bookshelf at the back of my fifth-grade classroom, an adult book. I can remember the quality of the morning on which I read. It was a sunlit morning in January, a Saturday morning, cold, high, empty. I sat in a rectangle of sunlight, near the grate of the floor heater in the yellow bedroom. And as I read, I became aware of warmth and comfort and optimism. I was made aware of my comfort by the knowledge that others were not, are not, comforted. Carl Rowan at my age was not comforted.
I've noticed that about your people, Doctor. You find it easier to understand the death of one than the death of a million. You speak about the objective hardness of the Vulcan heart, yet how little room there seems to be in yours.
For life in the present there is no death. Death is not an event in life. It is not a fact in the world.
They say that death kills you, But death doesn't kill you. Boredom and indifference kill you.
The manner of your death is not your choosing. But how you prepare for death is
I need my outdoors, my comfort.
Society is no comfort, to one not sociable. — © William Shakespeare
Society is no comfort, to one not sociable.
Death darkens his eyes, and unplumes his wings, Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings: Live so, my Love, that when death shall come, Swan-like and sweet it may waft thee home.
If there's comfort involved, it's probably not for me.
Men who have seen life and death... as an unbroken continuum, the swinging pendulum, have been able to move as freely into death as they walked through life. Socrates went to the grave almost perplexed by his companions' tears.
Go for vitality, not comfort.
Comfort is key for me.
Comfort is the enemy of achievement.
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.
I find the violence in PG13 movies unbearable. This kid will never run home, never have another birthday. His death is slow, nightmarish. And you have to explore the consequences - the people who live on with this death.
Perhaps the whole root of our trouble, the human trouble, is that we will sacrifice all the beauty of our lives, will imprison ourselves in totems, taboos, crosses, blood sacrifices, steeples, mosques, races, armies, flags, nations, in order to deny the fact of death, the only fact we have. It seems to me that one ought to rejoice in the fact of death - ought to decide, indeed, to earn one's death by confronting with passion the conundrum of life.
For it is only in accepting death that one can truly live, and for the human animal, death has always been the great black beast from the abyss to be dreaded or defeated or avoided or hated - but never looked upon clearly face to face.
For me, comfort is paramount.
I hate cats." Death's face became a little stiffer, if that were possible. The blue glow in his eye sockets flickered red for an instant. "I SEE," he said. The tone suggested that death was too good for cat haters.
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