dying

We are dust and to dust we shall return.

There is an end to every journey.Even life will come to an end one moment in time.

How strange that as I'm dying, you're calmly alive.

Don__ waste your time dying over the past, spend it living in the present.

The point to life is not only to live it, but to enjoy it.

One day you will be the only one in the room not living.

I'm going to live until I die and I'm not going to get life and death confused. While I'm on this earth I'm going to LIVE. Why only be half alive? Every minute a person spends worrying about dying is just one minute that fellow might as well have been dead.

He__ dying!_ Doctor Cove, one of the ship__ two medical officers told me, looking at his med-scanner as he kneeled at the broken body of the only living Corsair on the black ship. I remember the look on his face as he told me _ which seemed more to be puzzlement than actual concern. The man was a Corsair after all, and had injuries I could see, but he was conscious, and none of them looked fatal. But then, I__ no doctor. I never was any good at healing anything _ and my job was doing the opposite, and I admit I__ pretty good at it. Always have been.

I need my eulogy to look better than my resume. I'm living for that.

Directing a funeral isn__ about death at all. Funerals are for the living, not the dead.

The only thing worse than living with regret, is dying with regret.

The Coming of Wisdom with TimeThough leaves are many, the root is one,Through all the lying days of my youthI swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun;Now I may wither into the truth.

The harassed look is that of a desperately tired swimmer or runner; yet there is no question of stopping. The creature we are watching will struggle on and on until it drops. Not because it is heroic. It can imagine no alternative.Staring and staring into the mirror, it sees many faces within its face - the face of the child, the boy, the young man, the not-so-young-man - all present still, preserved as fossils, dead. Their message to this live dying creature is: Look at us - we have died -what is there to be afra

That's what it means to die, to not be able to stop looking at whatever's in front of you. Some darn thing placed directly there, with nothing you can do about it...

Sensible people get the greater part of their own dying done during their own lifetime

We are always dying, all the time. That's what living is; living is dying, little by little. It is a sequenced collection of individualized deaths.

Its hard to die. Harder to live

You have to learn how to die if you wanna be alive.