Quotes Tagged "death-and-dying"

That’s part of what I like about the book in some ways. It portrays death truthfully. You die in the middle of your life, in the middle of a sentence

Dearest, I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can't concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don't think two people could have been happier 'til this terrible disease came. I can't fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can't even write this properly. I can't read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that – everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can't go on spoiling your life any longer. I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been. V.

I love you every day. And now I will miss you every day.

Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.

Carve your name on hearts, not tombstones. A legacy is etched into the minds of others and the stories they share about you.

Jamie: You know what I figured out today? Landon: What? Jamie: Maybe God has a bigger plan for me than I had for myself. Like this journey never ends. Like you were sent to me because I'm sick. To help me through all this. You're my angel.

Sadly enough, the most painful goodbyes are the ones that are left unsaid and never explained.

Life is a dream from which we all must wake before we can dream again.

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Death twitches my ear; 'Live,' he says... 'I'm coming.

Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before. How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!

We feel most alive when we are closest to death.

My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice, and wait for the sun to show.

If Christ is God, He cannot sin, and if suffering was a sin in and by itself, He could not have suffered and died for us. However, since He took the most horrific death to redeem us, He showed us in fact that suffering and pain have great power.

As soon as those hands devoluted me to earth, I was thrown out of my grave. Since then I am sitting here, by the side of my grave, and wondering, Was it the body whose satisfaction and survival made me so obsessed ? Was it the same entity for which I strived day and night? For whose entertainment , I wished to change the world order. And now I am seeing it decaying and rotting. I am just trying to search myself out of this decomposed matter.

The whirlwind of life. Spinning so quickly you can loose sight. But hold tight. In a blink of an eye, time swallows light.

Grief, no matter how you try to cater to its wail, has a way of fading away.

It's harder to pick and choose when you're dead. It's like a photograph, you know. It doesn't matter as much.

MOM Wholeheartedly, She loved me- And inspired me- With transcending devotion. It was a blessing- To have been her son, To have been loved- Without conditions. Her words of wisdom- Opened my eyes- To the world- And to myself. By seeing the best in me, She empowered me. By believing in me, She transformed me. She grew old- And floated away, But her love remains standing- Eternally by my side.

Life is the only thing which can never be replaced when lost.