life-and-death

He realised, more vividly than ever before, that art had two constant, two unending preoccupations: it is always meditating upon death and it is always thereby creating life.

Breathe of life, living soul.

If I were to believe in God enough to call him a murderer, then I might also believe enough that he, as a spirit, exists beyond death; and therefore only he could do it righteously. For the physical being kills a man and hatefully sends him away, whereas God, the spiritual being, kills a man and lovingly draws him nigh.

Yes! all is past__wift time has fled away,Yet its swell pauses on my sickening mind;How long will horror nerve this frame of clay?I'm dead, and lingers yet my soul behind.Oh! powerful Fate, revoke thy deadly spell,And yet that may not ever, ever be,Heaven will not smile upon the work of Hell;Ah! no, for Heaven cannot smile on me;Fate, envious Fate, has sealed my wayward destiny.

There is one truth that we all are born with, The Death. In between the birth and the death, we are given an opportunity to seek the source of the ultimate truth. But the distractions and our ego often limits our existence to our shape and intellect, which grows with time but just like desires to live more.

Do you shovel to survive, or survive to shovel?

You were born a child of light__ wonderful secret_ you return to the beauty you have always been.

Between the dark, heavily laden treetops of the spreading chestnut trees could be seen the dark blue of the sky, full of stars, all solemn and golden, which extended their radiance unconcernedly into the distance. That was the nature of the stars. and the trees bore their buds and blossoms and scars for everyone to see, and whether it signified pleasure or pain, they accepted the strong will to live. flies that lived only for a day swarmed toward their death. every life had its radiance and beauty. i had insight into it all for a moment, understood it and found it good, and also found my life and sorrows good.

Yet, he thought, if I can die saying, "Life is so beautiful," then nothing else is important. If i can believe in myself that much, nothing else matters.

I needed to tell him, silently, that things might change, grow, or fail, but that life did go on. That we were all part of some great cycle, some pattern that it was only God's purpose to understand.

Never judge a person how he died, but how he lived.

Time is your acquaintance, life is your friend, death is your enemy, and existence is your soulmate.

Death would not surprise us as often as it does, if we let go of the misbelief that newborns are less mortal than the elderly.

Attending a funeral would leave the average person insane, if they truly believed that sooner or later they are also going to die.

Life is a dream. We wake up when we die

Lie you easy, dream you light,And sleep you fast for aye;And luckier may you find the nightThan ever you found the day.

Defeating the enemy through deception with little loss of life is better than fighting face-to-face with the loss of many lives on both sides.

What is life but an ongoing war?