Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.
Your ego can become an obstacle to your work. If you start believing in your greatness, it is the death of your creativity.
If you live a life of make-believe, your life isn’t worth anything until you do something that does challenge your reality. And to me, sailing the open ocean is a real challenge, because it’s life or death.
One is still what one is going to cease to be and already what one is going to become. One lives one’s death, one dies one’s life.
You hear a lot about God these days: God, the beneficent; God, the all-great; God, the Almighty; God, the most powerful; God, the giver of life; God, the creator of death. I mean, we’re hearing about God all the time, so we better learn how to deal with it. But if we know anything about God, God is arbitrary.
Sometimes the early bird gets the worm, but sometimes the early bird gets frozen to death.
Our birth is nothing but our death begun, As tapers waste the moment they take fire.
Life and death matters, yes. And the question of how to behave in this world, how to go in the face of everything. Time is short and the water is rising.
The rise or fall of Shanghai means the birth or death of the whole nation.
One of the big questions in the climate change debate: Are humans any smarter than frogs in a pot? If you put a frog in a pot and slowly turn up the heat, it won’t jump out. Instead, it will enjoy the nice warm bath until it is cooked to death. We humans seem to be doing pretty much the same thing.
There are only three events in a man’s life; birth, life, and death; he is not conscious of being born, he dies in pain, and he forgets to live.
States without the death penalty have had consistently lower murder rates. And national murder rates have declined steadily since 1992, despite fewer executions.
Death is an absolute mystery. We are all vulnerable to it, it’s what makes life interesting and suspenseful.
If a man can bridge the gap between life and death, if he can live on after he’s dead, then maybe he was a great man.
A man may devote himself to death and destruction to save a nation; but no nation will devote itself to death and destruction to save mankind.
Black people in America, people from the struggle, immigrants, it’s no generational wealth that we are attached to, so we are tasked to create – in one generation – closing the gap. That’s why we so Doomsday about getting to the check: ’cause it’s life or death for real.
The best news of the Christian gospel is that the supremely glorious Creator of the universe has acted in Jesus Christ’s death and resurrection to remove every obstacle between us and himself so that we may find everlasting joy in seeing and savoring his infinite beauty.
There’s nothing like impending death to rouse you from existential boredom.
A belief in hell and the knowledge that every ambition is doomed to frustration at the hands of a skeleton have never prevented the majority of human beings from behaving as though death were no more than an unfounded rumor.
I thank my God for graciously granting me the opportunity of learning that death is the key which unlocks the door to our true happiness.
Death gives meaning to our lives. It gives importance and value to time. Time would become meaningless if there were too much of it.
The gods conceal from men the happiness of death, that they may endure life.
Madness need not be all breakdown. It may also be break-through. It is potential liberation and renewal as well as enslavement and existential death.
Life and death are illusions. We are in a constant state of transformation.
Of emotions, of love, of breakup, of love and hate and death and dying, mama, apple pie, and the whole thing. It covers a lot of territory, country music does.
Shrinking away from death is something unhealthy and abnormal which robs the second half of life of its purpose.
There is no doubt that the most heinous crimes warrant the death penalty.
I found the experience of falling in love or being in love was a death: a death of everything. You kind of watch yourself die in a wonderful way, and you experience for the briefest moment – if you see yourself for a moment through their eyes – everything you believed about yourself gone. In a death-and-rebirth sense.
Personally, I would be delighted if there were a life after death, especially if it permitted me to continue to learn about this world and others, if it gave me a chance to discover how history turns out.
Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, Ease after war, death after life does greatly please.
I shall ask for the abolition for the punishment of death until I have the infallibility of human judgment demonstrated to me.
Epigenetics doesn’t change the genetic code, it changes how that’s read. Perfectly normal genes can result in cancer or death. Vice-versa, in the right environment, mutant genes won’t be expressed. Genes are equivalent to blueprints; epigenetics is the contractor. They change the assembly, the structure.
Long hair is an unpardonable offence which should be punishable by death.
Death hath a thousand doors to let out life: I shall find one.
It is really very important while you are young to live in an environment in which there is no fear. Most of us, as we grow older, become frightened; we are afraid of living, afraid of losing a job, afraid of tradition, afraid of what the neighbours, or what the wife or husband would say, afraid of death.
If we can understand that death is not the end but is really a transition into the next life, the great part of life, that frees us up into receiving God’s courage and his help.
Death never takes the wise man by surprise, he is always ready to go.
I’ve said this over and over, but I’ll say it a million more times – I’m concerned more about the death of a bee than I am about terrorism. Because we’re losing hives and bees by the millions because of such strong pesticides.
Stories hold conflict and contrast, highs and lows, life and death, and the human struggle and all kinds of things.
Absolute silence leads to sadness. It is the image of death.
Death is not an event in life: we do not live to experience death. If we take eternity to mean not infinite temporal duration but timelessness, then eternal life belongs to those who live in the present.
To be immortal is commonplace; except for man, all creatures are immortal, for they are ignorant of death; what is divine, terrible, incomprehensible, is to know that one is immortal.
A death from a long illness is very different from a sudden death. It gives you time to say goodbye and time to adjust to the idea that the beloved will not be with you anymore.
The physician’s duty is not to stave off death or return patients to their old lives, but to take into our arms a patient and family whose lives have disintegrated and work until they can stand back up and face – and make sense of – their own existence.
If fame is to come only after death, I am in no hurry for it.
I have had some cosmetic surgery, especially after I lost weight and stuff, and I’ve had my breasts lifted – but not injected. That would scare me to death, anyway.
Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world.
I think about death a lot, like I think we all do. I don’t think of suicide as an option, but as fun. It’s an interesting idea that you can control how you go. It’s this thing that’s looming, and you can control it.
The glories of our blood and state, Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate, Death lays his icy hand on kings. Scepter and crown must tumble down, And, in the dust, be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
We get into the habit of living before acquiring the habit of thinking. In that race which daily hastens us towards death, the body maintains its irreparable lead.
Fear of death increases in exact proportion to increase in wealth.
All us got a due date. All us got a death sentence. One day, we gonna die.
When all the world is overcharged with inhabitants, then the last remedy of all is war, which provideth for every man, by victory or death.
What makes life worth living? Better surely, to yield to the stain of suicide blood in me and seek forgetfulness in the embrace of cold dark death.
Human life moves only in one direction – toward disease, damage, and death. The best you can hope for is to remain stagnant or, in certain cases, return to a previous condition when things weren’t as bad as they’ve become for you.
How strange this fear of death is! We are never frightened at a sunset.
I hate death; it takes people away from you. You’re left feeling rudderless.
The stroke has given me another way to serve people. It lets me feel more deeply the pain of others; to help them know by example that ultimately, whatever happens, no harm can come. ‘Death is perfectly safe,’ I like to say.
Death is such a strange thing. One minute you’re here and then just gone. You’d think there would be an anteroom, a place where you could be visited before you go.