Top 1200 Mystery Of Death Quotes & Sayings - Page 20

It is a mistake to confound strangeness with mystery.

Mystery has great charms for womanhood.

I love the mystery behind things.

Free from desire, you realize the mystery.

The ultimate mystery is one's own self.

To me, marriage is the ultimate mystery.

The past is history, the future's a mystery.

One learns one’s mystery at the price of one’s innocence.

The holy mystery of the day of the Holy Spirit, Pentecost, is to be understood in the following manner: the spirit of man must be completed and perfected by the Holy Spirit, that is, it must be sanctified, illuminated, and divinized by the Holy Spirit. This holy mystery is realized continually in the Church of Christ and because of this the Church is really a continuous Pentecost.... From Holy Pentecost, the day of the Holy Spirit, every God-like soul in the Church of Christ is an incombustible bush which continuously burns and is inflamed with God and has a fiery tongue within it.

My father never feared death. He never saw it as an ending. I don't know why Alzheimer's was allowed to steal so much of my father before releasing him into the arms of death. But I know that at his last moment, when he opened his eyes - - eyes that had not opened for many, many days - - and looked at my mother, he showed us that neither disease nor death can conquer love.

Mystery is at the heart of creativity. That, and surprise.

The mystery isn't in the technique, it's in each of us.

Fate is by far the greatest mystery of all.

How surely are the dead beyond death. Death is what the living carry with them. A state of dread, like some uncanny foretaste of a bitter memory. But the dead do not remember and nothingness is not a curse. Far from it.

The woman who first gives life, light, and form to our shadowy conceptions of beauty, fills a void in our spiritual nature that has remained unknown to us till she appeared. Sympathies that lie too deep for words, too deep almost for thoughts, are touched, at such times, by other charms than those which the senses feel and which the resources of expression can realise. The mystery which underlies the beauty of women is never raised above the reach of all expression until it has claimed kindred with the deeper mystery in our own souls.

Study is the child of silence and mystery.

The mystery of history is an insoluble problem.

Whatever thought grips the mind at the time of death is the one which will propel it and decide for it the nature of its future birth. Thus if one wants to attain god after death, one has to think of him steadfastly... This is not as simple as it sounds, for at the time of death the mind automatically flies to the thought of an object (i.e. money, love) which has possessed it during its sojourn in the world. Thus one must think of god constantly.

The death penalty has been one of many examples where racial discrimination has played out. You can see it in the simple fact that someone convicted of the same crime is more likely to face the death penalty if they are black.

A little mystery is not such a bad thing.

I like places that are shrouded in mystery.

The manner of your death is not your choosing. But how you prepare for death is

Perhaps YOU can help solve a mystery.

Love is the mystery of water and a star.

Where mystery begins religion ends.

It is deplorable...to remove all the romance - all the mystery!

Much of songwriting is simply a mystery.

My life was a mystery even as I lived it.

Mystery is the number one conjurer of ideas.

I had never seen a woman in such despair before. It was worse than death, it was a constant longing for death and a constant rejection of life. She lived like darkness in her own day.

The mystery of the universe is not time but size.

Yesterday is history Tomorrow's a mystery

The sea isn't a place but a fact, and a mystery.

Mystery and curiosity are real motivators.

All genius is a conquering of chaos and mystery.

The reason for such an “unreasonable” attitude with me is that I am not at all sure what will happen to me after death. I have good reasons to assume that things are not finished with death. Life seems to be an interlude in a long story.

I'm clearly not an international man of mystery.

The greatest mystery of all is the human heart.

How does he do it? Live. With the fear of death every day. I don't fear death as much as I fear the thought of living.

To me, storytelling is a mystery. Especially when you're directing.

The death tax causes one-third of all family-owned small businesses to liquidate after the death of the owner. It is also an unfair tax because the assets have already been taxed once at their income level.

For life in the present there is no death. Death is not an event in life. It is not a fact in the world.

Life and death lived inside each other. That's what occured to me. Death was inside all of us, waiting for warmer nights, a compromised system, a beetle, as in the now dying black timber on the mountains.

It's sort of a mystery where ideas come from.

I've always had an air of mystery.

The great mystery of life is the length of it.

Mystery is truth's dancing partner.

But this is not difficult, O Athenians! to escape death; but it is much more difficult to avoid depravity, for it runs swifter than death. And now I, being slow and aged, am overtaken by the slower of the two; but my accusers, being strong and active, have been overtaken by the swifter, wickedness. And now I depart, condemned by you to death; but they condemned by truth, as guilty of iniquity and injustice: and I abide my sentence, and so do they. These things, perhaps, ought so to be, and I think that they are for the best.

I dont fear death so much as I fear its prologues: loneliness, decrepitude, pain, debilitation, depression, senility. After a few years of those, I imagine death presents like a holiday at the beach.

I would love to do a mystery movie.

To ignore death and to be afraid of it is dumb because everyone is going to face it at some point. If you look at death and the reality of it, you realise that we're all going to die, so let's use this time on Earth to be positive and do good things.

How poetry comes to the poet is a mystery.

Mystery is underrated, and understanding is overrated.

You are encircled by the arms of the mystery of God.

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.

The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.

There's always fear of the unknown where there's mystery.

I could have clasped the red walls to my bosom as a garment of eternal peace. "Death," I said, "any death but that of the pit!" Fool! might I have not known that into the pit it was the object of the burning iron to urge me?

Cruelty is a mystery, and a waste of pain.

What if it is for life's sake that we must die? In truth we are not individuals; and it is because we think ourselves such that death seems unforgivable. We are temporary organs of the race, cells in the body of life; we die and drop away that life may remain young and strong. If we were to live forever, growth would be stifled, and youth would find no room on earth. Death, like style, is the removal of rubbish, the circumcision of the superfluous. In the midst of death life renews itself immortally.