death-and-dying

I__ not afraid of death, just of dying.

I can__ bear the thought of oblivion, Asriel,_ she continued. __ooner anything than that. I used to think pain would be worse__o be tortured forever__ thought that must be worse . . . But as long as you were conscious, it would be better, wouldn__ it? Better than feeling nothing, just going into the dark, everything going out forever and ever?

I make a joke of it, but... but I'm afraid of death." He straightened up and turned to look into Joseph's eyes. Joseph saw the fear there and was shocked by the intensity of it. "Are you afraid to die, Joseph?" Joseph considered for a moment, then shook his head. "I'm not afraid to now, but then I'm not dying now. When I come to that moment, I will probably be... what's the right word? Maybe frightened in a way that you're frightened when an experience lies before you you've never had. "No more than that?" "I hope not.

We all want to become more than we are, we want to live forever, that is why we hate death and create the afterlife.

Souls are flowers, only God has the right to pluck them. But those who commit suicide: their souls are the rotten blossoms of devil's garden.

There__ no such thing as negative energy on the spiritual plane. It is an illusion. All negative energy comes from the ego. What we call negative experiences are only contradictions of the human ego__ belief_how we think we want things to be. When we can__ control, or when things don__ work as we expect, we think it is negative. It is not, it just is.

There is only one God and all atheists will learn that after their deaths

To the wizard death is merely a belief.

The music echoes in the emptiness. It reminds us where we came from and where we__e bound.

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!

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

With every breath you take, someone just took their last. Stop complaining about life. It has given you much more than what you appreciate.

If you lived a good life, you either lived to save or died to save_ that which must be saved and kept. Your life would never be meaningless. Not even for a moment.

If we don't think about our death until we die, how can we decide how we want to live?

It is no use dying, before one does.

The Bravest Thing I Ever Did Was Continuing My Life When I Wanted To Die.

After you die, a rare friend or family member may carry your memory throughout life. Most will forget you. As if you were never here.

Live joyfully this life. Once gone, who knows if we ever get it back. Atheists think we do not. Mystics say you will. Either way, chill.