I know a little of living and a little of dying. I know how to survive, i have mastered it as a soldier gains mastery of his weapons. Yet i prefer dying, for in dying i learn to live.

He’s lost his colour very far from here,Poured it down shell-holes till the veins ran dry

Top question of the dying: “What made me sick?

I breathe in. The water will wash my wounds clean. I breathe out. My mother submerged me in water when I was a baby, to give me to God. It has been a long time since I thought about God, but I think about him now. It is only natural. I am glad, suddenly, that...

It is life that fights and struggles and rages; life, that tears at you in its last agonizing throes to hold on, even if but for one futile instant longer… Whereas I, I come softly when it is all done. Pain and death are an ordered sequence, not a parallel pair. So easy to confuse...

Perspective is as simple as answering this question: If I had 5 months to live would I experience this problem differently?

Top 10 Deathbed Regrets:1. I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life other people expected of me.2. I wish I took time to be with my children more when they were growing up.3. I wish I had the courage to express my feelings, without the fear of...

As you embrace Consciousness, you embrace Perfection.

When you deeply love someone from that space that is beyond attachment to certain projections or desires, when you love someone just deeply, totally, completely, without any games that the mind or emotions play, then that love remains eternal in the heavens forever, and that is what pulls you back to remembering that love.

Where ego comes in, loving kindness departs. So wherever there is ego, there is very little space for true bliss and true happiness because true bliss and true happiness isn’t exclusive to the attachments the ego enjoys playing with, but rather a free state of mind that is part of loving kindness and its activities...

The way to Bliss is through Understanding, through Wisdom.

Because through the heavy water, I heard the sound of an angel calling my name, calling me to the only heaven I wanted.

Fear and hopelessness washed over her. She was looking her own mortality in the face, and it was a horrifying thing to do.

He wanted to die. He prayed for it. Through the roar in his ears, he begged for it.

We wanted more than anything else in the world to be normal, but we failed.” The 1960’s and 1970’s were very strange times, but Mandy missed it all, she missed the days when Super-8 was the popular film type, when music had lyrics that made you think, when movies had powerful meanings instead of bad...

I didn’t create them, humans created the Pollution. Cheryl Nobel, Alecto Steele, Albert Sanders, Olivia Campbell, all my pretty little Representations, there aren’t many of them left these days but they’re still very dangerous! They’re here to tell society all about its mistakes! You don’t understand the world of Representations.

I sit with people who are dying. I’m one of those unusual types that enjoys being with someone when they’re dying because I know I am going to be in the presence of Truth.

When you die, you want to die a beautiful death. But what makes for a beautiful death is not always clear. To die without suffering, to die without causing trouble to others, to die leaving behind a beautiful corpse, to die looking good — it’s not clear what is meant by a beautiful death. Does...

I have seem even those who have long since abjured God die in grace. . . . Atheists don’t use their drying to bargain for a better seat at the table; indeed they may not even believe supper is being served. They are not storing up ‘merit.’; They just smile because their heart is ripe....

In life, more than in anything else, it isn’t easy to end up alive.

This is how it feels to die: It starts from outside and works its way in.

Well, we all gotta die. You jest gotta hope you die good.

I’m so unhappy that I’m going to overdose on aspirin,” but they’d be awfully surprised if they succeeded. They have no intention of dying. At the first sight of blood, they panic.

They could put you in this if you were sick or dying with fever. It could also be used in the back of a wagon to transport a sick or wounded person.

Mach dir keine Sorgen. Du hast zuviel und zuwenig gesehen, wie alle Menschen vor dir. Du hast zuviel geweint, vielleicht auch zuwenig, wie alle Menschen vor dir. Vielleicht hast du zuviel geliebt, und gehaßt – aber nu wenige Jahre – zwanzig oder so. Was sind schon zwanzig Jahre? Dann war ein Teil von dir tot,...

I hope I leave this world gracefully, like a pilgrim slips from the back of his donkey at the end of a long ride, like a traveler disembarks from an airplane that has carried him across a great ocean.

I’d write and read and let myself, a little at a time, step down into myself- like a stairway down into a dark, intimate kiva- where the work of vigil is taking place, the necessary attending. I imagine there’s a little fire burning in there, a few steadily glowing embers, and a quiet chant going...

But we have, if not our understanding, our own experience, and it feels to me sealed, inviolable, ours. We have a last, deep week together, because Wally is not on morphine yet, because he has just enough awareness, just enough ability to communicate with me. I’m with him almost all day and night- little breaks,...

So that’s it. That’s the big secret. I tried to kill myself on New Year’s eve. Just like Sadie did last night. Only she really did it. I don’t know all the detatils, just the basics. She took a bunch of pills. I don’t know what they were or where she got them. I’d like...

When we died, no one would know, and that fraction of a moment that was so important to who we were would be gone.

In crises, the old is dying and the new has not been born. Hence, the revolts we are witnessing in Egypt and Tunisia, which may yet extend to other countries in the region, are full of uncertainties.

The one who lives the longest and the one who lives the shortest, when it comes to dying lose one and the same thing.

I’m always angry about the death of people who are still alive, their eyes are opened, yet they can’t see anything…the spell of ignorance

When you commit a crime to upgrade yourself, your sin becomes a blessing, but your blessing kills you before your time.

Sex doesn’t satisfy for a lifetime, the more you have it, the more you want it. And the more you have it, the more you die out.

Don’t risk your life for those that doesn’t love your life, lest you end up in regrets if not death.

Things change after you die, though – I guess because dying is about the loneliest thing you can do.

Things change after you die, though, I guess because dying is the loneliest thing you can do.

When we’re alive, life consumes us. But when we die, all of the color and the motion is gone so quickly, it’s as though it can no longer stand to be wasted on us.

No doubt my books too, like my mortal being, would eventually die, one day. But one has to resign oneself to dying. One accepts the thought that in ten years oneself, in a hundred years one’s books, will not exist. Eternal duration is no more promised to books than it is to men.

The last good time always comes

You can call me Grandpa, if that does it for you.

The purpose of life is to familiarize oneself with this after-death body so that the act of dying will not create confusion in the psyche.

He was pale as only one state on Bhast dictated—not lacking color necessarily or vitality, certainly. Fey white was more comparable to a pearl; the color subtle and the luster soft, but still vibrant. In spite of the tragedy that could come with it, it was not a dying state. It was a state of...

It takes the whole of life to learn how to live, and–what will perhaps make you wonder more–it takes the whole of life to learn how to die.

When I am dying, I should like my life taken out under general anaesthetic, exactly as if it were a diseased appendix.

Dying is one of the few things that can be done as easily lying down.

When she awakes, she knows where she is. This place, this ancient place sears one’s soul with recognition. ‘Heaven’ seems an inadequate word for it, but that is what it is known as.

One of the difficult things about growing older is that you start losing so many friends. On the other hand, the older you get, the less time you have to wait until you see them again.

Dying in the line of duty is heroic, but dying while unemployed is just stupid.