Has it ever occurred to you that how we deal with death is at least as important as how we deal with life?

Take risks in your life in the pursuit of your dreams, and support the ones you love when they take risks.

Twilight and evening bell, and after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell when I embark.

No evil can happen to a good man, either in life or after death. He and his are not neglected by the gods.

Everybody has weird dreams, but a usual weird dream is, okay, so your mom's driving a car and she's a dog.

Poetry is the language of intensity. Because we are going to die, an expression of intensity is justified.

The perceptual body that you are at the time of death ceases to be. It is not structured quite so tightly.

The night kissed the fading day With a whisper: "I am death, your mother, From me you will get new birth."

The reconciling grave swallows distinction first, that made us foes; there all lie down in peace together.

The personality structure at the time of death dissolves. You will never be exactly the you you are again.

Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the Styrofoam cup-they all die. So do we.

Death is but a passage. It is not a house, it is only a vestibule. The grave has a door on its inner side.

I look upon death to be as necessary to our constitution as sleep. We shall rise refreshed in the morning.

Government and cooperation are in all things the laws of life. Anarchy and competition, the laws of death.

It is not birth, marriage, or death, but gastrulation which is truly the most important time in your life.

Because there is a larger awareness that transcends time and space, an awareness is available after death.

Mortality has its compensations; one is that all evils are transitory, another that better times may come.

O Death, what are thou? nurse of dreamless slumbers freshening the fevered flesh to a wakefulness eternal.

The sad ending is only because the author stops telling the story. But it still goes on. It's just untold.

You are your dreams. Your dreams are what you can become, so don't stop dreaming and believing. Just Do It!

We cast away priceless time in dreams, born of imagination, fed upon illusion, and put to death by reality.

It truly is the power that you have deep within yourself that gives you the strength to pursue your dreams.

I’m not sentimental about anything. Life flows by, and you flow with it or you don’t. Move on and move out.

Once in one's life, for one mortal moment, one must make a grab for immortality; if not, one has not lived.

Death is the mother of Beauty; hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires.

I do not wish to die: but I care not if I were dead. [Lat., Emori nolo: sed me esse mortuum nihil aestimo.]

Where much is expected from an individual, he may rise to the level of events and make the dream come true.

I always have to dream up there against the stars. If I don't dream I will make it, I won't even get close.

When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.

Doctors can do almost anything nowadays, can't they, unless they kill you while they're trying to cure you.

... it matters not what natural endowment a race may have if it prostitutes itself to the service of death.

Dreams are like stars. You may never touch them, but if you follow them they will lead you to your destiny.

The art of dying graciously is nowhere advertised, in spite of the fact that its market potential is great.

The inability to open up to hope is what blocks trust, and blocked trust is the reason for blighted dreams.

Never give up on a dream just because of the time it will take to accomplish it. The time will pass anyway.

There are as many pillows of illusion as flakes in a snow-storm. We wake from one dream into another dream.

Revolution calls my name. I will soon dwell in nothingness, and my name will be in the Pantheon of history.

When performing an autopsy, even the most inveterate spiritualist would have to question where the soul is.

Death is a new office building filled with modern furniture, A wise thing, but which has no purpose for us.

It is as natural to die as to be born; and to a little infant, perhaps, the one is as painful as the other.

I love reality shows. The folks who dream up some of these concepts are either geniuses, or totally stoned.

To die completely, a person must not only forget but be forgotten, and he who is not forgotten is not dead.

The dead should be judged like criminals, impartially, but they should be allowed the benefit of the doubt.

Why is it that we rejoice at a birth and grieve at a funeral? It is because we are not the person involved.

As o'er the stormy sea of human Life We sail, until our anchor'd spirits rest In the far haven of Eternity.

Remember to think of your departed mother always as living, just away in another room of our Father's house.

Death is the sanction of everything that the storyteller can tell. He has borrowed his authority from death.

Death happens but once, yet we feel it every moment of our lives; it is worse to dread it than to suffer it.

Consciousness after death demonstrates the possibility of consciousness operating independently of the body.

Dying is something we human beings do continuously, not just at the end of our physical lives on this earth.

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