Death And Life Quotes

“We have practiced for death every night. Lying down in the dark and slipping into that place of nothingness between rest and dreams where we have no consciousness, no self, and anything could befall our vulnerable bodies. We have died each night. Or at least, we have laid down to die, and let go of everything in this world, hoping for dreams and morning.”
― Marianne Cronin, The One Hundred Years of Lenni and Margot

“We need not fear death, for it is simply the next phase of life. We never die, we simply change form - just as we have since the day we were born.”
― The Truth AD Infinitum

“When family gathers around for a dying loved one, I have realised, that it probably does more good for the living, than for the dying. Sometimes, death can bring the living together, and death can cause the living to find solace in one another. In this way, death is a part of life, and those who die can in fact give gifts to the living, gifts that they were not able to give while they were still alive and well.”
― C. JoyBell C.

“পৃথিবী থেকে প্রিয় কোনো মানুষ অকস্মাৎ সরে গেলে যে অন্ধকার নেমে আসে তার স্থায়িত্ব কতটুকু? কারো কারো হয়ত শ্মশান থেকে বেরিয়ে আসার পরেই তা দূর হতে আরম্ভ করে,কেউ সারাজীবন মনের আনাচে কানাচে তাকে আঁকড়ে থাকেন। তবু যে কোনো চলে যাওয়া মানে জলের বুকে গর্ত খোড়া, যা পর মুহূর্তেই ঝাঁপিয়ে পড়া জলের ঢেউ-যে বুজে যায়, বেঁচে থাকার নিয়মে সেটাই শেষ সত্যি হয়ে দাঁড়ায়। এই ঘরবাড়ি, জমি বাগান, আত্মীয়তা অথবা ভালোবাসা যা একটা মানুষ বুক ভরে ভালবাসে জীবন ধরে তার আয়ু কতদিন এমন ভাবনা সচরাচর আসে না। যারা পড়ে রইল তাদের হাহুতাশের সময় খুব কম,কারণ মানুষ ভুলে যেতে বড় ভালবাসে।”
― Samaresh Majumdar, সাতকাহন: দ্বিতীয় পর্ব

“Death and life are the same thing. This is the immutable law of nature.”
― James Clavell, Shōgun, Volume 1

“Perhaps a human simply falls back into himself upon the disintegration of his physical body, and continues to take form within the self of himself, simply returning from whence he came.”
― C. JoyBell C.

“Death must die so that life can be real!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“There is nothing we can do about death. It’s out of our control. As long as we are alive, the only thing we can do is live.”
― Miquel Reina, Lights on the Sea

“Who would think about what it means to be alive if they were just going to go on living forever? [...] We need death to make us evolve.”
― Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

“Life is the death and death is the life..”
― Nadeem v Abdu

“En réponse à cette sorcellerie, les lames runiques de Skynth s’illuminèrent et se couvrirent d’une fine pellicule glacée alors qu’une litanie enflait dans les rangs des défenseurs :

Si les Dieux d’Yskaz le veulent…
L’on siégera à leur droite
Sous les étoiles cristallines et moirées
Dans les glaces scintillantes

Si les Dieux d’Yskaz le veulent…
L’on passera à leur gauche
Sur les brisants nuées pâles et mouvantes
Dans les Landes Figées

Si les Dieux d’Yskaz le veulent…

Le peuple d’Yskaz affectionnait les runes de froid au combat et l’on disait volontiers dans les cinq royaumes que le baiser d’une lame en acier d’Yskaz était plus froid que la mort elle-même.”
― Cyrille Mendes, Les Épieurs d'Ombre

“In death, we are in life.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

“I am alive, the only definite opt out is death; Kinda, I opt in to live indefinitely”
― P.S. Jagadeesh Kumar

“Death was the ending we all faced, the path to that end was life, and I was going to have one. Finally.”
― L.A. Fiore, The Gathering

“Or, rather, there is a duel between them: death toys with life, life toys with death.
Which of the two succumbs?
Stanislaw Lec reverses the terms here: it is not we who defend ourselves against death, it is death that defends itself against us: 'Death resists us, but it gives in in the end.'
Nothing else so stunning as this has ever been said about death.
Needless to say, this dual relationship has nothing to do with interactivity, which is a parody of it. There is nothing interactive in the antagonistic process of reversibility and becoming.
The feminine and the masculine are not 'interactive': that is ridiculous.
Life and the world are not interactive -life isn't a question-and-answer session or a video game.
There is nothing interactive in words when they are articulated in language.
Interactivity is a gigantic mythology, a mythology of integrated systems or of systems craving integration, a mythology in which otherness is lost in feedback, interlocution and interface - a kind of generalized echography.”
― Jean Baudrillard, The Intelligence of Evil or the Lucidity Pact

“We never fully die even in what we think of as actual death. We change again and become echoes in others, and they carry us forward.”
― Eric Overby

“Some believe it possible to enter completely into the Force after death.”
“Surely we all do, Master.”
“Ah—but perhaps one can remain unique and individual. Can remain oneself.”
― Sean Stewart, Star Wars: Yoda - Dark Rendezvous

“As Julian of Norwich, a fourteenth-century
English anchoress and mystic, wrote, “We wot that our parents do but bear us into death. A strange thing, that.” Birth is but the beginning of a trajectory to death; for all their love, parents cannot halt it and in a sense have “given us to death” merely by giving us birth.”
― Eknath Easwaran, THE UPANISHADS

“Life is intelligent. Why should death be any different? It really is the same thing- though it may look different depending on which side you are seeing it from.”
― Nandita Basu, Starry Starry Night | A graphic novel that explores death, grief, friendship and music

“The tree's demise has also opened up the green space beneath, allowing spring primroses and apricot-colored epimediums to thrive.
And another joy... the small Japanese cherry tree that had struggled in the shade of the chestnut has now found its feet. In a heartbeat it has put on girth and height, a sudden spurt of growth as if in a hurry to fill the vacant space and cover our nakedness. For three weeks in May the blossom flutters in the breeze like a million white butterflies, then covers the underlying hawthorn and spiraea bushes with tiny petals. A silver lining of the very best sort.”
― Nigel Slater, A Thousand Feasts: Small Moments of Joy… A Memoir of Sorts

“Dusk, dawn, and mournful twilight,
sings the tale of failing mankind.
He who is a reaper and bears the scythe,
Why am I the one he is keeping an eye?”
― Hornbill Harcel, Woebegone Wynds