I believe that his death and resurrection transformed humanity’s relationship with God.
The way black women say girl can be magical. Frankly, I have no solid beliefs about the survival of consciousness after physical death. But if it’s going to happen I know what I want to see after my trek toward the light. I want to see a black woman who will smile and say, Girl….
It was one thing to live in a world where death stood a distant figure, quite another to hold it in your hands.
You know, lieutenant, you wear your weapon the way other women wear pearls.It’s not a fashion accessory.
Don’t say passed away,’ I tell him, drawing from my own terrible well of experience. Say he died. Death is horrible. We shouldn’t give it a pretty name.
Never underestimate the will of a creature who begins to die at birth.
His life spells living. Your life or my life, apart from Him, spells death.
If it’s natural to kill, how come men have to go into training to learn how?
Death is our constant companion, and it is death that gives each person’s life its true meaning.
When I see someone who is starved, they don’t look alert. They don’t have boundless energy. If you’re too skinny, it looks like you’re near death.
People have their own deaths as well as their own lives, and even if there is nothing beyond death, we shall differ in our nothingness.
It’s not morbid to talk about death. Most people don’t worry about death, they worry about a bad death.
When shall I be dead and rid Of all the wrong my father did? How long, how long ’till spade and hearse Put to sleep my mother’s curse?
If while alive you hurt or disappoint people you love, there’s no use continuing such behavior when you’re dead.
To what purpose should I trouble myself in searching out the secrets of the stars, having death or slavery continually before my eyes?
…what happens when you returnand find nothingbut a hollowed shell,shingles and floor,walls and echoesand the light that lead you herehas now burned outand the ones who built ithave traveled afarand you cant go to them,no matter what shoes you wear.
I mean, I really do think that love is the best thing in the world, except for cough drops. But I also have to say, for the umpty-umpth time, that life isn’t fair. It’s just fairer than death, that’s all.
No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away…
Can you do it? When the time comes? When the time comes there will be no time. Now is the time. Curse God and die. What if it doesn’t fire? It has to fire. Could you crush that beloved skull with a rock?
The more violent this war becomes, the more the deceased start to just look like numbers. How many died yesterday? How many died today? The line between human losses and those of money and equipment begin to blur. There is no individual, no soul, and no dignity to death. But you’re fighting back against that.
It is useless for me to describe to you how terrible Violet, Klaus, and even Sunny felt in the time that followed. If you have ever lost someone very important to you, then you already know how it feels, and if you haven’t, you cannot possibly imagine it.
The candle glimmers but an hour. The nightLooms in its ancient hunger. Would you knowThe tragedy of human love and need?Gaze on the stars, then on a brother’s face!
You must not fear death, my lads; defy him, and you drive him into the enemy’s ranks.
Those we love never truly leave us, Harry. There are things that death cannot touch.
Twas something else. I had come to hate her, you see. I had come to wish her dead, and that was what held me back.
He said that there was death and taxes, and taxes was worse, because at least death didn’t happen to you every year.
What I love about the sculpture is that it makes the bones that we are always walking and playing on manifest, like in a world that so often denies the reality of death and the reality that we are surrounded by and outnumbered by the dead. Here, is a very playful way of acknowledging that and acknowledging that and that always, whenever we play, whenever we live, we are living in both literal and metaphorical ways on the memory and bones of the dead.
Instead, he would make death his final project, the center point of his days. Since everyone was going to die, he could be of great value, right? He could be research. A human textbook. Study me in my slow and patient demise. Watch what happens to me. Learn with me.
If I were to believe in God enough to call him a murderer, then I might also believe enough that he, as a spirit, exists beyond death; and therefore only he could do it righteously. For the physical being kills a man and hatefully sends him away, whereas God, the spiritual being, kills a man and lovingly draws him nigh.
I wonder if everyone who faces death hurts like this. It’s as though for the first time I realize how much just being alive makes my body ache. But I don’t want that ache to stop.
The people we’d want to share it all with die before we get it.
O young girl, throw yourself again into the water so that I might have a second time the chance to save the two of us! A second time, eh, what imprudence! Suppose, dear sir, someone actually took our word for it? It would have to be fulfilled. Brr…! the water is so cold! But let’s reassure ourselves. It’s too late now, it will always be too late. Fortunately!
So, have a little fun. Soon enough you’ll be dead and burning in Hell with the rest of your family.
They suffered with his death and she – she suffered with their reaction to it.
For example, colon cancer is the second leading cause of cancer death in the United States. Every four minutes someone is diagnosed, and every nine minutes someone dies.
And when suddenlythe god stopped her and, with anguish in his cry,uttered the words: ‘He has turned round’ –she comprehended nothing and said softly: ‘Who?
And if one day,’ she said, really crying now, ‘you look back and you feel bad for being so angry, if you feel bad for being so angry at me that you couldn’t even speak to me, then you have to know, Conor, you have to that is was okay. It was okay. That I knew. I know, okay? I know everything you need to tell me without you having to say it out loud.
How does one become a butterfly?’ she asked pensively.’You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar.”You mean to die?’ asked Yellow, remembering the three who fell out of the sky.’Yes and No,’ he answered.’What looks like you will die, but what’s really you will still live.
Life and death- what paltry words, what tarnished bookends,what unjust summation for drawing breath one moment and failing to release it the next.
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I’ll be ready.
It is not because other people are dead that our affection for them grows faint, it is because we ourselves are dying.
We fall from womb to tomb, from one blackness and toward another, remembering little of the one and knowing nothing of the other … except through faith.
Death was kind.” He drew a sharp breath. “But no father should have to give such a kindness to his child.
Who shall tell the lady’s griefWhen her Cat was past relief?Who shall number the hot tearsShed o’er her, beloved for years?Who shall say the dark dismayWhich her dying caused that day?
Become an internationalist and learn to respect all life. Make war on machines. And in particular the sterile machines of corporate death and the robots that guard them.
Her last conscious thought was disgust at life; her senses had lied to her. The world was not made of energy and delight but of foulness, betrayal, and lassitude. Living was hateful, and death was no better, and from end to end of the universe this was the first and last and only truth.
All of us have the same thing coming – death. It’s waiting. But I don’t want to go. I want to live to be 102!
Parting is inevitably painful, even for a short time. It’s like an amputation, I feel a limb is being torn off, without which I shall be unable to function. And yet, once it is done… life rushes back into the void, richer, more vivid and fuller than before.
A weak soul does not have the endurance to resist the flesh for very long. It grows heavy, becomes flesh itself, and the contest ends. But among responsible men, men who keep their eyes riveted day and night upon the Supreme Duty, the conflict between flesh and spirit breaks out mercilessly and may last until death.
The dead can survive as part of the lives of those that still live.
Then Thalia Grace became their leader and started recruiting even more young women to their cause, which grated on Nico – as if Bianca’s death could be forgotten. As if she could be replaced.
The foolish rush to end their lives.Only the steadfast soul survives.