life-and-death

Up the coast a few miles north, in a lava reef under the cliffs, there are a lot of rock pools. You can visit them when the tide is out. Each pool is separate and different, and you can, if you are fanciful, give them names - such as George, Charlotte, Kenny, Mrs Strunk. Just as George and the others are thought of, for convenience, as individual entities, so you may think of a rock pool as an entity: though, of course, it is not. The waters of its consciousness - so to speak - are swarming with hunted anxieties, grim-jawed greeds, dartingly vivid intuitions, old crusty-shelled rock-gripping obstinancies, deep-down sparkling undiscovered secrets, ominous protean organisms motioning mysteriously, perhaps warningly, toward the surface light. How can such a variety of creatures coexist at all? Because they have to. The rocks of the pool hold their world together. And, throughout the day of the ebb tide, they know no other.But that long day ends at last; yields to the night-time of the flood. And, just as the waters of the ocean come flooding, darkening over the pools, so over George and the others in sleep come the waters of that other ocean; that consciousness which is no one in particular but which contains everyone and everything, past, present, and future, and extends unbroken beyond the uttermost stars. We may surely suppose that, in the darkness of the full flood, some of these creatures are lifted from their pools to drift far out over the deep waters. But do they ever bring back, when the daytime of the ebb returns, any kind of catch with them? Can they tell us, in any manner, about their journey? Is there, indeed, anything for them to tell - except that the waters of the ocean are not really other than the waters of the pool?

I hope to die with dignity and not be on my death bed pondering the afterlife wearing a diaper named Depends.

Personally I don__ endorse the notion of mortality. It__ fine for other folk, but I disapprove of the concept for me and my loved ones. Seems unfair that we__e not allowed to vote on the matter and not one of us is excused. Who made up that rule?" - Kinsey Millhone

Life does find a way to create a balance somewhere between smiles and tears. And, like a pendulum's swing, life seldom stays in one place. Life keeps on moving until, one day, it stops.

When a situation feels like a matter of life and death the deep self is close at hand and it already carries inner medicine and its own life remedy.

Why can__ you remember your Shakespeare and forget the third-raters. You__l find what you__e trying to say in him- as you__l find everything else worth saying. 'We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with sleep.''- 'Fine! That__ beautiful. But I wasn__ trying to say that. We are such stuff as manure is made on, so let__ drink up and forget it. That__ more my idea.

To them he__ the slightly less frightening alternative to the grim reaper.

life hurts a lot more than death

Everyone is terrified of death, as we spend our whole lives avoiding it.

All have a shadow over the earth but no shadow under earth or in grave.

A day without family is like a year without rain

The heart never stops even if you stop your breath, Life goes on even if you go through death

If you treat every situation as a life and death matter, you__l die a lot of times.

The only really frightening thing about Cinnamon Hill belongs in the realm of the living and serves to remind me that some of them-just a few of them, a tiny minority-are much more dangerous than all the dead put together.

I assure you; while I look like a ghost, I'm no spirit or demon. I'm nothing but a girl struggling to make her way in an intolerant world. I bleed, I love, and someday, I'll die.

People those enjoy life never thought about death and those thought about death never enjoy life.

Death will always be a part of life, and life will always be a part of death

Because if indestructible is every atom of a speck of dust, so must be immortal the spirit of a man. And if every wave of the wind creates eternity, so must the consequences of our acts. So every one of us would leave on a big Hajj to our Creator.