Top 1200 Mourning Death Quotes & Sayings - Page 3

When we neglect the artist in ourselves, there is a kind of mourning that goes on under the surface of our busy lives.

Death is woven in with the violets,” said Louis. “Death and again death.”)

As a citizen of the post-historical variety, I am in continual mourning and prepared for worse.

Misunderstanding may arise by confusing the Buddhist and scientific definitions of death. Within the scientific system you spoke quite validly of the death of the brain and the death of heart. Different parts of the body can die separately. However, in the Buddhist system, the word death is not used in that way. You'd never speak of the death of a particular part of the body, but rather of the death of an entire person. When people say that a certain person died, we don't ask, "Well, which part died?"

The first thing I would like to tell you about death is that there is no bigger lie than death. And yet, death appears to be true. It not only appears to be true but also seems like the cardinal truth of life - it appears as if the whole of life is surrounded by death. Whether we forget about it, or become oblivious to it, everywhere death remains close to us. Death is even closer to us than our own shadow.

Death is my son-in-law. Death is my heir. My daughter he hath wedded. I will die, And leave him all. Life, living, all is Death’s.

You can't understand Twenties England until you appreciate it was under a cloud of mourning. Nearly everyone was grieving.

I did not know the work of mourning Is a labor in the dark We carry inside ourselves

I stood on the balcony dark with mourning... hoping the earth would spread its wings in my uninhabited love.

The deepest and most organic death is death in solitude, when even light becomes a principle of death. In such moments you will be severed from life, from love, smiles, friends and even from death. And you will ask yourself if there is anything besides the nothingness of the world and your own nothingness.

There is no holier spot of ground than where defeated valor lies by mourning beauty crowned

Ring out your bells! Let mourning show be spread! For Love is dead.

Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black and loving mourners be, Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain. And truly not the morning sun of heaven Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east, Nor that full star that ushers in the even, Doth half that glory to the sober west, As those two mourning eyes become thy face: O! let it then as well beseem thy heart To mourn for me since mourning doth thee grace, And suit thy pity like in every part. Then will I swear beauty herself is black, And all they foul that thy complexion lack

Death is something we shouldn't fear because, while we are, death isn't, and when death is, we aren't.

Repentance lifts a man up. Mourning knocks at heaven's gate. Holy humility opens it.

I'm more interested in the meaning of funerals and the mourning that people do. It's not a retail experience. It's an existential one.

Life is the beginning of death. Life is for the sake of death. Death is at once the end and the beginning—at once separation and closer union of the self. Through death the reduction is complete.

There would be no chance at all of getting to know death if it happened only once. But fortunately, life is nothing but a continuing dance of birth and death, a dance of change. Every time I hear the rush of a mountain stream, or the waves crashing on the shore, or my own heartbeat, I hear the sound of impermanence. These changes, these small deaths, are our living links with death. They are death's pulses, death's heartbeat, prompting us to let go of all the things we cling to.

It's hard for the Catholic Church to accept change. When the mass was no longer said in Latin, loyalists went into mourning for years.

No, it's not a 'corpse thing.' I feel I lack the emotional capacity to deal with those in mourning.

The weeping of the candle is not in mourning for the moth: the dawn is at hand, and it is thinking of its own dark night.

Coming off the bench behind a fine young center like Alonzo Mourning fits my style.

In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.

In death itself there can be nothing terrible, for the act of death annihilates sensation; but there are many roads to death, and some of them justly formidable, even to the bravest.

When asked, "Why do you always wear black?", he said, "I am mourning for my life.

I have absolutely no fear of death. From my near-death research and my personal experiences, death is, in my judgment, simply a transition into another kind of reality.

Naming suffering, exalting it, dissecting it into its smallest components – that is doubtless a way to curb mourning.

Mourning after an absent God is an evidence of a love as strong, as rejoicing in a present one.

I hate funerals. They aren't for the guy who's dead. They're for the guys who are left alive and enjoy mourning.

That probably greatest of narcissistic wounds -- not to have been loved just as one truly was -- cannot heal without the work of mourning.

In mourning it is the world which has become poor and empty; in melancholia it is the ego itself.

I know death comes. I've seen too much death, young death.

Death by violence, death by cold, death by starvation - they are the normal endings of the stately creatures of the wilderness. The sentimentalists who prattle about the peaceful life of nature do not realize its utter mercilessness.

In the end, the art of hunger can be described as an existential art. It is a way of looking death in the face, and by death I mean death as we live it today: without God, without hope of salvation. Death as the abrupt and absurd end of life

I've suffered quite a lot, to the point where I've experienced death. Years before I wasn't fit to die, but I understand life better now. Death is nice, death is beauty.

I never relied on my beauty for anything. It was one of those things that was inevitable; you have a bit of philosophy about it. I didn't go into mourning.

Many a smiling face hides a mourning heart; but grief alone teaches us what we are.

I wake up in that state of grief when you can tell you've been mourning even in your sleep.

To die quickly in one's eighth decade at the very top of one's powers is an enviable end, and not an occasion for mourning.

We pull out of the ground death, we burn death in our power plants, and then we act shocked when we get death in the form of oil spills and global warming.

I'm not great at dealing with death, I have to say. I find death very hard: my mum, my dad, Sid Vicious. I'm not a monster; I feel it and it scares me. One death at a time, please, is all my heart will bear.

To re-live these characters would be wonderful, because I know when the show ends it will be huge mourning process.

Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my funeral with mourning; for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men.

I can only see death and more death, till we are black and swollen with death.

My fear was not of death itself, but a death without meaning. I wanted my death to be something the people could relate to, a basis for further mobilization of the community.

I get inhabited by a character and then you mourn it. There's a period of mourning for me, definitely.

Death is always less painful and easier than life! You speak true. And yet we do not, day to day, choose death. Because ultimately, death is not the opposite of life, but the opposite of choice. Death is what you get when there are no choices left to make.

The demigods have left for alaska," Stheno said. "They fly straight to their death. Ah, small "d" death, I mean. Not our prisoner Death. Although, i suppose they're flying to him too.

My granny was always mourning about the fact I wear dull, stained jeans or don't brush my hair.

I was depressed for a year after 'The Pianist,' and I don't suffer from that, generally. It wasn't just a depression; it was a mourning.

Irrespective of age, we mourn for those loved and lost. Mourning is one of the deepest expressions of pure love.

The premonition of death may for many be a stimulus to novelty of experience: the imminence of death serves to sweep away the inessential preoccupations for those who do not flee from the thought of death into triviality.

No matter what his crimes were, Alton Sterling did not deserve to be executed for them. Look, guys, the punishment for resisting arrest shouldn't be death. The punishment for selling bootleg CDs shouldn't be death. The punishment for having a gun in an open-carry state shouldn't be death. The punishment for being a black man shouldn't be death.

Buddhists and Christians contrive to agree about death Making death their ideal basis for different ideals. The Communists however disapprove of death Except when practical.

I will die like a true-blue rebel. Don't waste any time in mourning - organize.

Surviving - that is the other name of a mourning whose possibility is never to be awaited.

Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate

To begin depriving death of its greatest advantage over us, let us adopt a way clean contrary to that common one; let us deprive death of its strangeness, let us frequent it, let us get used to it; let us have nothing more often in mind than death... We do not know where death awaits us: so let us wait for it everywhere." "To practice death is to practice freedom. A man who has learned how to die has unlearned how to be a slave.

Black for hunting through the night For death and mourning the color's white Gold for a bride in her wedding gown And red to call the enchantment down White silk when our bodies burn Blue banners when the lost return Flame for the birth of a Nephilim And to wash away our sins. Gray for the knowledge best untold Bone for those who don't grow old Saffron lights the victory march Green to mend our broken hearts Silver for the demon towers And bronze to summon wicked powers -Shadowhunter children's rhyme

Someone did us all a grave injustice by implying that mourning has a distinct beginning, middle, and end.