Do you mistake me? I am speaking of living, of moving from one moment into the next, and into the one after, breathing death in the spring air.
True religion teaches us to reverence what is under us, to recognize humility and poverty, and, despite mockery and disgrace, wretchedness, suffering, and death, as things divine.
Life is a hurdle and you'll never clear it. Death is the end of the ride and you fear it.
My mother and sister must be very happy to be home with God, and I am sure their love and prayers are always with me. When I go home to God, for death is nothing else but going home to God, the bond of love will be unbroken for all eternity.
Every soldier, every cop who's faced with a decision to make, a life or death, does the best he or she can.
The three most important events of human life are equally devoid of reason: birth, marriage and death.
I am committed to doing customer service for Craigslist for the rest of my life. The exit strategy is death.
We sit at our consoles and play "Gears of War", but we don't see images from war. We don't turn on the news and see the evidence of war, the result of war. Maybe twice a year, Memorial Day, Veterans Day, we'll go out, we'll hang our flags, we'll try to inculcate in our children some sense of national honor for the fallen. But really, we don't see it. We just don't see the pictures. There's no drive-by on the freeway of death up close. So we don't really see bravery.
While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.
We were aware of the fact that death walks hand in hand with struggle.
Death - by hanging! - that, at least, I did not deserve. The death part - all right, somebody has to stand for the responsibility. But that - that I did not deserve!
Every day in the mirror I watch death at work.
Abortion occurs so frequently in my stories. Abortion sort of synthesizes both sex and death. To have sex and death placed as close to one another as possible is always a goal of mine.
Sometimes, love feels like a life or death situation. Losing true love is pretty much as bad as it gets, other than actually dying or losing good health. Most people know that. Most people can relate. It's like the end of the world.
To be the father of growing daughters is to understand something of what Yeats evokes with his imperishable phrase 'terrible beauty. ' Nothing can make one so happily exhilarated or so frightened: it's a solid lesson in the limitations of self to realize that your heart is running around inside someone else's body. It also makes me quite astonishingly calm at the thought of death: I know whom I would die to protect and I also understand that nobody but a lugubrious serf can possibly wish for a father who never goes away.
We knew nothing of loss. Nobody has taught us about pain. Until that moment, death had just amounted to a scary sound.
I think people can get a little weirded out by pain, suffering, and death. They don't know what to do so they end up saying things that are hurtful to people who have experienced loss.
You think that upon the score of fore-knowledge and divining I am infinitely inferior to the swans. When they perceive approaching death they sing more merrily than before, because of the joy they have in going to the God they serve.
The best way to prepare for death is to spend every day of life as though it were the last.
It is said that in death, all things become clear.