Top 1200 Dying Death Quotes & Sayings - Page 2

Most people come to fear not death itself, but the many terrible ways of dying.

When Death doth close his tender dying eyes.

I had got this far, and was thinking of what to say next, and as my habit is, I was pricking the paper idly with my pen. And I thought how, between one dip of the pen and the next, time goes on, and I hurry, drive myself, and speed toward death. We are always dying. I while I write, you while you read, and others while they listen or stop their ears, they are all dying.

Your chances of dying a violent death are 1/500th of what they used to be during medieval times.

There are ways of dying that don't end in funerals. Types of death you can't smell.

I will tell you something that you don't want to hear: Autumn is ugly! Look at the dying leaves! There is no beauty in dying! Death is always ugly! The beauty of autumn is just an illusion, my friend! Wake up and see the real truth! See the crying leaves!

Death is not the monarch for the dead, but of the dying. The moment he obtains a conquest he loses a subject.

You are the true master of death, because the true master does not seek to run away from Death. He accepts that be must die, and understands that there are far, far worse things in the living world than dying.

When your partner gets cancer, then life changes. Your timetable and reference for your normal routines and the way you view life, all this changes. Because you're dealing with death. You're dealing with the possibility of death and dying.

I am afraid of death, scared by it. I already don't know whether I exist or not. So dying really terrifies me.

Someone dying asks if there is life after death. Yes, comes the answer, only not yours.

To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, Gives, in your weakness, strength unto your foe, And so your follies fight against yourself. Fear, and be slain--so worse can come to fight; And fight and die is death destroying death, Where fearing dying pays death servile breath.

Those who practice philosophy in the right way are in training for dying and they fear death least of all men.

Death is the ultimate enemy - and I find nothing reproachable in those who rage mightily against the dying of the light.

To our real, naked selves there is not a thing on earth or in heaven worth dying for. It is only when we see ourselves as actors in a staged (and therefore unreal) performance that death loses its frightfulness and finality and becomes an act of make-believe and a theatrical gesture. It is one of the main tasks of a real leader to mask the grim reality of dying and killing by evoking in his followers the illusion that they are participating in a grandiose spectacle, a solemn or lighthearted dramatic performance.

I think I'm very stoic. Death and dying are things that I'm used to.

The Egyptian experience suggests that social media can greatly accelerate the death of already dying authoritarian regimes.

You hear a lot of dialogue on the death of the American family. Families aren't dying. They're merging into big conglomerates.

Beauty consists of its own passing, just as we reach for it. It’s the ephemeral configuration of things in the moment, when you see both their beauty and their death. ...Does this mean that this is how we must live our lives? Constantly poised between beauty and death, between movement and its disappearance? Maybe that’s what being alive is all about: so we can track down those moments that are dying.

TV networks are dying. The death throes of religion give us jihads. The death throes of television give us reality shows.

The mother is not dying exactly, but has reached a point in life where death is a familiar on the staircase.

Because there was only one thing worse than dying. And that was knowing you were going to die. And where. And how. (“Death Ship”)

Are not the thoughts of the dying often turned towards the practical, painful, obscure, visceral aspect, towards the "seamy side" of death which is, as it happens, the side that death actually presents to them and forces them to feel, and which far more closely resembles a crushing burden, a difficulty in breathing, a destroying thirst, than the abstract idea to which we are accustomed to give the name of Death?

if death becomes cheap it is the watcher, not the dying, who is poisoned.

People are scared to death of dying. I am the opposite.

[On the ancient Venus figurines:] If the central religious figure was a woman giving birth and not, as in our time, a man dying on a cross, it would not be unreasonable to infer that life and the love of life - rather than death and the fear of death - were dominant in society as well as art.

I think that nothing teaches you more about life than death and dying.

Death is never easy when you know the people doing the dying.

I should not really object to dying were it not followed by death.

Part of the bargain of being alive is that one takes a chance at dying a premature or painful death, be it from violence, accident, or disease.

I've handed life and death back to the people who do the living and the dying.

The ancients dreaded death: the Christian can only fear dying.

Everybody is worried about dying, but the cause of death is birth, so if you don't want to die, you don't get born!

Dying to be Me: My Journey from Cancer, to Near Death, to True Healing.

We have the promises of God as thick as daisies in summer meadows, that death, which men most fear, shall be to us the most blessed of experiences, if we trust in him. Death is unclasping; joy, breaking out in the desert; the heart, come to its blossoming time! Do we call it dying when the bud bursts into flower?

I believe the death of Bobby Kennedy was in many ways the death of decency in America. I think it was the death of manners and formality, the death of poetry and the death of a dream.

We tend to talk about death as if it is losing a battle, but that assumes living is winning and dying is not.

Death is but a word to us. One's own experience alone can teach us the real meaning of the word. The sight of the dying does little. What one sees of them is merely what precedes death: dull unconsciousness is all we see. Whether this be so,--how and when the spirit wakes to life again,--this is what all wish to know, and what never can be known until it is experienced.

Time and death shall depart and say in flying Love has found out a way to live, by dying.

Someone's killed 100,000 people. We're almost going, "Well done! You killed 100,000 people? You must get up very early in the morning! I can't even get down the gym. Your diary must look odd: 'Get up in the morning, death, death, death, death, death, death, death - lunch - death, death, death - afternoon tea - death, death, death - quick shower ...' "

And he remembered thinking then that if she died, he was certain he wouldn't cry. For it would be the dying face of an unknown, a street face, a newspaper image, and it was suddenly so very wrong that he had begun to cry, not at death but at the thought of not crying at death, a silly empty man near a silly empty woman.

In the end, death came uniformly to all, and all extracted as much satisfaction from their dying as this essentially graceless process could afford.

Don't depend on death to liberate you from your imperfections. You are exactly the same after death as you were before. Nothing changes; you only give up the body. If you are a thief or a liar or a cheater before death, you don't become an angel merely by dying. If such were possible, then let us all go and jump in the ocean now and become angels at once! Whatever you have made of yourself thus far, so will you be hereafter. And when you reincarnate, you will bring that same nature with you. To change, you have to make the effort. This world is the place to do it.

Dying is easy, it's living that scares me to death.

Death belongs to the dying and those who love them.

Sleep - death without dying - living, but not life.

It hath been often said, that it is not death, but dying, which is terrible.

The darkness of death is like the evening twilight; it makes all objects appear more lovely to the dying.

I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and am not contained between my hat and my boots.

If you have intercourse you run the risk of dying and the ramifications of death are final.

It is not death or dying that is tragic, but rather to have existed without fully participating in life- that is the deepest personal tragedy.

Life will be wonderful when men no longer fear dying. When the last superstitions are thrown out and we meet death with the same equanimity as life. No longer will children's minds be twisted by evil gods whose fantastic origin is in those barbaric tribes who feared death and lightning, who feared life. That's it: life is the villain to to those who preach reward in death, through grace and eternal bliss, or through dark revenge.

You have to keep walking, no matter what. If you don't, it's a living death. You're just standing in one place dying.

About the presence of death and dying I don't remember the society in the 1950s being so skittish as it has since become. People still died at home, among relatives and friends, often in the care of a family physician. Death was still to be seen sitting in the parlor, hanging in a butcher shop, sometimes lying in the street.

Male privilege and entitlement are dying a very painful death; no one gives up power without a struggle.

All the great Shakespeare plays are about killing. Alas, poor Yorick, that's about death. And in Romeo and Juliet everyone up ends up dying. The greatest dramas in the world are all about sex, violence and death.

All death in nature is birth, and at the moment of death appears visibly the rising of life. There is no dying principle in nature, for nature throughout is unmixed life, which, concealed behind the old, begins again and develops itself. Death as well as birth is simply in itself, in order to present itself ever more brightly and more like to itself.

People are hysterical about the death of newspapers, and I would say, 'They're not dying; they're just kind of reinventing themselves.'

If people are not afraid of dying, why threaten them with death?

Jesus' death wasn't to free us from dying, but to free us from the fear of death. Jesus came to liberate us so that we could die up front and then live. Jesus Christ wants to take us to places where only dead men and women can go.