death-and-dying

Remember, you are as dispensable as the most indispensable king of kings, the mighty lord of silly worldly men.

Till the time Mother Nature takes away what she had bestowed upon us for free - this wonderful gift, of life. Value it, while you have it.

The aim of all life is death. Life is the apprenticeship that we serve preparing for death. Life is the fleeting spark of divinity that precedes a deathless eternity.

My life is never influenced by death because I am full of resurrections after so many spiritual and emotional demises

Memories are of the ethereal, and not the material world, that is how I know I am forever.

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.

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

Death was a lens that would reveal things as they really were: what was important would assume its true importance what was unimportant would recede into the shadows.

Live your life in such a way that you'll be remembered for your kindness, compassion, fairness, character, benevolence, and a force for good who had much respect for life, in general.

The erruption of feelings & emotions that follows a near-death exerience, or any event that causes us to stop & look deeply at the reality of our lives, is ripe with the potential for insight & clarity.

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.

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I touch you knowing we weren't born tomorrow,and somehow, each of us will help the other live,and somewhere, each of us must help the other die.

If you want me again look for me under your boot soles.

Only the rocks live forever, Gray Wolf said.

I die with the dying light, yet shine brighter as the darkness approaches. Soon I__l be whittled to bone and stripped clean through, nothing left but a skeleton on which to hang a hat. But have no fear, I look good in hats.

Life and death lived inside each other. That's what occured to me. Death was inside all of us, waiting for warmer nights, a compromised system, a beetle, as in the now dying black timber on the mountains.