Dalai Lama Quotes

We must conduct research and then accept the results. If they don't stand up to experimentation, Buddha's own words must be rejected.

Son. Everyone dies alone. That's what it is. It's a door. It's one person wide. When you go through it, you do it alone. But it doesn't mean you've got to be alone before you go through the door. And believe me, you aren't alone on the other side.

She is Living and I'm Dead, but I'd like to believe we're both human. Call me an idealist.

I don't believe in God, so I'm not afraid of dying.

I do not fear death. I know it is coming, and I do not fear it, because I believe there is nothing on the other side of death to fear.

You do not understand even life. How can you understand death?

My understanding of life is very existential. I think that we are our bodies. There's nothing else, and when we die, that's it. No afterlife.

I've seen of enough of people who die for an idea. I don't believe in heroism; I know it's easy and I've learned it can be murderous. What interests me is living and dying for what one loves.

When you don't believe in anything except not dying, you don't really believe in anything.

I will be dying and so will you, and so will everyone here. That's what I want to explore. We're all hurtling towards death, yet here we are for the moment, alive. Each of us knowing we're going to die, each of us secretly believing we won't.

Seize the day. Because, believe it or not, each and every one of us in this room is one day going to stop breathing, turn cold, and die.

The only death I fear is dying ignorant.

Be of good hope in the face of death. Believe in this one truth for certain, that no evil can befall a good man either in life or death, and that his fate is not a matter of indifference to the gods.

I have to die. If it is now, well then I die now; if later, then now I will take my lunch, since the hour for lunch has arrived - and dying I will tend to later.

Too many of you, my friends, are dying. Now it's time for me to do my part and help you.

Sleep is uncanny, I have always found it so, a nightly dress-rehearsal for being dead.

The world, somebody wrote, is the place we prove real by dying in it.

And I will die, and you will die, and we all will die, and even the stars will fade out one after another in time.

None believes in his own death. In the unconscious everyone is convinced of his own immortality.

Marley was dead, to begin with ... This must be distintly understood, or nothing wonderful can come of the story I am going to relate.

Manifestly, dying is nothing to a really great and brave man.

I hate to break this to you: One of these days I'm going to die. I expect that when I croak I'll no longer be using Twitter, unless I can do it from the grave.

All who say the same things do not possess them in the same manner; and hence the incomparable author of the Art of Conversation pauses with so much care to make it understood that we must not judge of the capacity of a man by the excellence of a happy remark that we heard him make. Let us penetrate, says he, the mind from which it proceeds. It will oftenest be seen that he will be made to disavow it on the spot, and will be drawn very far from this better thought in which he does not believe, to plunge himself into another, quite base and ridiculous.

I'm not about to put up a silly skit and preach a 15-minute message on 'how to cope' to a multitude of people who are dying and going to hell. I tremble at the thought.

dying nowadays is more gruesome in many ways, namely, more lonely, mechanical, and dehumanized; at times it is even difficult to determine technically when the time of death has occurred.