That nature does not care, one way or the other, is the true abyss. That only man cares, in his finitude facing nothing but death, alone with his contingency and the objective meaninglessness of his projecting meanings, is a truly unprecedented situation.
Immortality is the negation of death. We do not usually speak about ‘innatality’ – about having not yet been born – yet this is something we would have to regard as the other aspect of the human soul. We are just as unborn as we are immortal.
Death can never kill an idea. Ideas are more powerful than death. Ideas outlive men and can never be destroyed.
Religion has nothing to do with God. It’s a fundamental attitude of human beings, who ask about the origins of life and what happens after death. For many, the answer is a personal god. In my opinion, it’s religion that produces God, not the other way round.
I couldn’t have foreseen all the good things that have followed my mother’s death. The renewed energy, the surprising sweetness of grief. The tenderness I feel for strangers on walkers. The deeper love I have for my siblings and friends. The desire to play the mandolin. The gift of a visitation.
The part that always shocked me was the inter-community violence among the chimps: the patrols and the vicious attacks on strangers that lead to death. It’s an unfortunate parallel to human behavior – they have a dark side just as we do. We have less excuse, because we can deliberate, so I believe only we are capable of true calculated evil.
Oh eyes, no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears; O life, no life, but lively form of death; Oh world, no world, but mass of public wrongs.
The death penalty and the arguments it inspires don’t only involve ethics, morals, and justice. There are bureaucratic and economic aspects to it as well. All these different aspects commingle in ways that convince me we should take whatever steps we can to abolish the death penalty.
I used to know things intellectually, but now I feel them. Now I feel that my body is part of nature, so being sick is just a process of nature, and death is a process of nature, and being reborn through the soil is a process of nature.
Death is the mother of Beauty; hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires.
The government is tottering. We must deal it the death blow an any cost. To delay action is the same as death.
The acceptance of death gives you more of a stake in life, in living life happily, as it should be lived. Living for the moment.
My mortal foe can no ways wish me a greater harm than England’s hate; neither should death be less welcome unto me than such a mishap betide me.
I like the story about Henry David Thoreau, who, when he was on his death bed, his family sent for a minister. The minister said, ‘Henry, have you made your peace with God?’ Thoreau said, ‘I didn’t know we’d quarreled.’
Death is like an arrow that is already in flight, and your life lasts only until it reaches you.
There are no atheists in foxholes, they say, and I was a foxhole atheist for a long time. But after going through a midlife crisis and having many things change very quickly, it made me realize my mortality. And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what’s after it. And then you start hoping there is a God.
It is not death or pain that is to be dreaded, but the fear of pain or death.
No evil is honorable: but death is honorable; therefore death is not evil.
We are being choked to death by the amount of plastic that we throw away. It’s killing our oceans. It’s entering into our bodies in the fish we eat.
I think death is a crucial element when designing games around the theme of the satisfaction of overcoming overwhelming odds.
Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
Nothing is certain in life but death and taxes. And in Donald Trump’s case, lies.
Finality is death. Perfection is finality. Nothing is perfect. There are lumps in it.
Sickness, insanity and death were the angels that surrounded my cradle and they have followed me throughout my life.
The aspiring tyrants of today have not forgotten the lesson of 1933: that acts of terror – real or fake, provoked or accidental – can provide the occasion to deal a death blow to democracy.
It is not tolerable, it is not possible, that from so much death, so much sacrifice and ruin, so much heroism, a greater and better humanity shall not emerge.
Death means change our clothes. Clothes become old, then time to come change. So this body become old, and then time come, take young body.
Prohibit the taking of omens, and do away with superstitious doubts. Then, until death itself comes, no calamity need be feared.
Airey Neave’s escape from Colditz, quite possibly the most remarkable thing a British politician has ever done, defined his years to come. Disregarding senior officers who frowned on such attempts, Neave was undeterred against overwhelming odds and the risk of death.
Death may simply be an alteration in consciousness, a transition for continued life in a nonmaterial form.
Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes, But only death the jealous eyes can close.
As I suffer in the defence of my Country, I must consider this hour as the most glorious of my life -Remember that I die as becomes a British Officer, while the manner of my death must reflect disgrace on your Commander.
As far as songwriting, my inspirations came from love, life and death, and viewing other people’s situations.
Death is the king of this world: ‘Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.
It’s absolutely clear that whatever cruel and unusual punishments may – may mean with regard to future things, such as death by injection or the electric chair, it’s clear that – that the death penalty, in and of itself, is not considered cruel and unusual punishment.
The death of my husband, coming immediately after the general knowledge of the discoveries with which his name is associated, was felt by the public, and especially by the scientific circles, to be a national misfortune.
Even though people may be well known, they hold in their hearts the emotions of a simple person for the moments that are the most important of those we know on earth: birth, marriage and death.
The slave is doomed to worship time and fate and death, because they are greater than anything he finds in himself, and because all his thoughts are of things which they devour.
We will all, someday, experience death, and become obsolete as a dead leaf falling from a tree, crushed by passersby to ashes underlying the earth.
If a lot of people gripped a knife and fork the way they do a golf club, they’d starve to death.
I’ve always been fascinated with death and darkness, and I still am.
I guess I just process death differently than some folks. Realizing you’re not going to see that person again is always the most difficult part about it. But that feeling settles, and then you are glad you had that person in your life, and then the happiness and the sadness get all swirled up inside you.
Death is really a great blessing for humanity, without it there could be no real progress. People who lived for ever would not only hamper and discourage the young, but they would themselves lack sufficient stimulus to be creative.
For centuries the death penalty, often accompanied by barbarous refinements, has been trying to hold crime in check; yet crime persists. Why? Because the instincts that are warring in man are not, as the law claims, constant forces in a state of equilibrium.
Since fame is an illusion and death is in our future all we have is the next moment before we are swallowed into oblivion.
If I die a violent death, as some fear and a few are plotting, I know that the violence will be in the thought and the action of the assassins, not in my dying.
The monuments of the nations are all protests against nothingness after death; so are statues and inscriptions; so is history.
The death of an Italian tailor might not be calamitous in Catania or Cagliari, but the loss to Soho is immeasurable. We don’t have Italian tailors we can spare here.
I mean, whatever kills you kills you, and your death is authentic no matter how you die.
If forgers and malefactors are put to death by the secular power, there is much more reason for excommunicating and even putting to death one convicted of heresy.
People fear death even more than pain. It’s strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend.