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I want to tell you what it was really like to think death is imminent, but I can't. It's a taste in your mouth. And an emptiness.
Death's long anabasis.
There is no worse death than the end of hope.
I was not living but actively dying.
To be outside any situation whatsoever is known as being dead.
Where do you go when you die twice-
lest a thousand deaths?
We die the day we lose the will to go on. We die the day we stop caring about life.
A person's life from infancy to old age is nothing else than an advance from the world towards heaven, the last stage of which is death; the actual transition from one life to the next.
When you're dead you're dead.
Death
some form of termination
is the universal ending of all living things; but only man, by virtue of his verbally reportable introspective life, can conceptualize his own cessation.
Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of all.
This is what it means to die: You do not finish.
... When a person stops changing, stops feeling, they die ...
Death is not a self-evident phenomenon. The margins between life and death are socially and culturally constructed, mobile, multiple, and open to dispute and reformulation.
A horribly protracted death that would stretch into the indefinite future, a death not in one month or two or even three but one that might go on and on, with the whole process of dying getting worse every single day for years and years and years.
It is only when no one remembers that you are truly lost. That is the true death.
You could never understand what it's like, being this close to death all the time. And
Despite what legend might have us believe, death is not proud, it isn't fanfare and trumpet blasts. It is quiet but unassailable, absent one minute and absolute the next
We feel most alive when we are closest to death.
Oh to reach the point of death and realize one has not lived at all.
So Now You're Death: Here's What You'll Need
When Death doth close his tender dying eyes.
When you're dead, you don't breathe, you don't see, you don't feel, you don't love.
Death is the guest you didn't invite: arriving when you least expect it, least need it and when you least want it.
A death-like sleep,
A gentle wafting to immortal life.
No prayers, no medicines, merely the ineffable happiness of dying.
What does it mean to die when you can live until the end of the world?
There's always a thin line between life and death. I am somewhere in between, walking to my destination.
The medical term for that is dead. Gee, Magnus, what did it feel like? It hurt. A lot. Thanks for asking.
In the past few decades, medical science has rendered obsolete centuries of experience, tradition, and language about our mortality and created a new difficulty for mankind: how to die.
The final reward of the dead - to die no more
Death is the defined destination at the end of our life where we transform and transcend ourselves for eternal life.
Death is the end of a stage, not the end of the journey. The road stretches on beyond our comprehension.
Death: the anaesthetic from which none come round.
If you're not busy living, you're dying.
Death is a cessation from the impression of the senses, the tyranny of the passions, the errors of the mind, and the servitude of the body.
The Beauty of Death
To die of yearning for something you will never experience
When a man has no longer any conception of excellence above his own, his voyage is done, he is dead,
dead in trespasses and sin of blear-eyed vanity.
To be absent from the world
and alive, again, in another ...
Death by creaming
Die: To stop sinning suddenly.
When we are separate from our knowing and from those we love and choose to live apart from the love of all peoples, we begin to die, that is to live without life, without joy.
Life is short and we have scarcely begun to live when we are called to die.
The nearer I approach death the more I feel like one who is in sight of land at last and is about to anchor in one's home port after a long voyage.
The day nothing turns you on - you're dead. No matter how many more years you go on breathing.
Death when to death a death by death hath given
Then shall be op't the long shut gates of heaven.
[Mors, mortis morti mortem nisi morte dedisset (dedisses).]
Death is only a launching into the region of the strange Untried; it is but the first salutation to the possibilities of the immense Remote, the Wild, the Watery, the Unshored.
Cold, still and merciless
Death comes visiting
With absolute finality
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If you're not dead, you're not done.
Burning in a hot tunnel of dismay, my humiliation complete as I shake without reason and stumble over words and have nothing to say about my 'illness' which anyway amounts only to knowing that there's no point in anything because I'm going to die.
Wherever you feel death, feel it. Don't escape. Death is beautiful; death is the greatest mystery, more mysterious than life. Through life you can gain the world, the futile world- meaningless, worthless. Through death you can gain the eternal. Death is the door.
Dead, but not allowed to die. Alive, but as good as dead.
The end of a dissolute life is a desperate death.
What is death but a traversing of eternities and a crossing of cosmic oceans?
Death is the only physician, the shadow of his valley the only journeying that will cure us of age and the gathering fatigue of years.
There is death.
Making his way through all of it.
On the surface: unflappable, unwavering.
Below: unnerved, untied, and undone.
We are alive on the very brink of eternity.
The death of the spirit which threatens every man unless he is conscious of the danger and has a real purpose which can keep it alive and enable it to thrust its way through the choking weeds and thorns to the air and to the sun
Surely death acquires a new and deeper significance when we regard it no longer as a single and unexplained break in an unending life, but as a part of the continuously recurring rhythm of progress-as inevitable, as natural and benevolent as sleep.
My death has not yet quite arrived, but it is near and inevitable as night follows day.
It is life, more than death, which has no limits
Death is like a fisherman, who, having caught a fish in his net, leaves it in the water for a time; the fish continues to swim about, but all the while the net is round it, and the fisherman will snatch it out in his own good time.
Death is a state of mind
many people on Earth spend their entire lives dead.
When a dream of dying actually becomes a chance to live. All you have to do is fall.
In the midst of life we are in death, earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, in sure and certain hope of the Resurrection.
Death is the loss of everything all at once.
The end of a dissolute life is most commonly a desperate death.
Death is the great hope of all life; the desire to expend itself; to be used and consumed by its own longing for itself.
There must occur a time in every man's life when the idea of a sudden, irrational death does not frighten him. This shall suffice to cure a lot of his persistent miseries.
Death's an old joke, but each individual encounters it anew.
Death is not the end. It is a midway state.
From the middle of life onward, only he remains vitally alive who is ready to die with life.
People say you have to hit rock bottom, and, I can tell you, almost dying is as rock bottom as it gets.
When you're dead, you're dead. That's it.
Death is the last limit of all things.
Where all life dies death lives.
Death occurs in unexpected times.
I shall soon be quite dead at last in spite of all.
Death is like a fisherman who has caught a fish in his net and leaves it for a time in the water: the fish still swims about, but the net surrounds it, and the fisherman will take it when he wishes.
There is no such thing as death. There is only life, life, and life alone - moving from one dimension to another.
For those who live neither with religious consolations about death nor with a sense of death (or of anything else) as natural, death is the obscene mystery, the ultimate affront, the thing that cannot be controlled. It can only be denied.
Life is short and filled with pain, and just when you start to finally get the hang of it, you drop dead.
There are three deaths. The first is when the body ceases to function. The second is when the body is consigned to the grave. The third is that moment, sometime in the future, when your name is spoken for the last time.
I died seventy-six hours ago - or so I've been told. Nonexistence - how to describe it? There are no words. I leave that question and the entire Great Guess to the philosophers, the theologians, and the ministers. This is all I know: I was; I was not; I was again.
Death, is not an end, but a transition crisis. All the forms of decay are but masks of regeneration
the secret alembics of vitality.
All I know is that I must soon die, but what I know least is this very death which I cannot escape.
It is not death, but dying, which is terrible.
This thought is as a death.
Death must simply become the discreet but dignified exit of a peaceful person from a helpful society that is not torn, not even overly upset by the idea of a biological transition without significance, without pain or suffering, and ultimately without fear.
Dead. Never been that before. Not even once.
His life as he knew it was over.
Death is the final sleep that you never awaken from.
In the midst of life, we are in death.
A long disease seems to be a halting place between life and death, that death itself may be a comfort to those who die and to those who are left behind.
If you die while you aren't really living, exactly when did death occur?
To accomplish nothing and die of the strain
Death is the veil which those who live call life;
They sleep, and it is lifted.
How could one find out about life when one was about to die?
Death! It is rest to the aged, it is oblivion to the atheist, it is immortality to the poet!