Jim Bishop Quotes

Passing away" is written on the world and all the world contains.

A death is the most terrible of facts.

Every so often, we all gaze into the abyss. It's a depressing fact of life that eventually the clock expires; eventually the sand in the hourglass runs out. It's the leaving behind of everything that matters to us that hurts the most.

There are few of us but who have been touched somehow by death. Some may not have been touched closely by it nor yet have kept vigil with it, but somewhere along our lives, most of us are sorely bereft of someone near and deeply cherished - and all of us will some day meet it face to face.

The problem with death is absence

Why are you weeping ? Did you imagine that I was immortal ?

Death makes sad stories of us all.

We have only one way to be born and many ways to die.

Nothing is more natural than grief, no emotion more common to our daily experience. It's an innate response to loss in a world where everything is impermanent.

It's always difficult when someone close to you passes away. But it's really tough when they're on top of you.

All I kept thinking about, over and over, was 'You can't live forever; you can't live forever.

People die all the time. It's just that you're not around.

Why do you weep? Did you think I was immortal?

The on­ly thing I know is ev­ery­thing you love will die.

Joy and sorrow, beauty and deformity, equally pass away.

It seems to me self-evident that if you have a life, things happen in it, and certain things do change; certain things end. People you know die.

The sad events that occur in my life are the sad events that happen to everybody, with losing friends and family, but that is a natural occurrence, as natural as being born.

I don't think of death in a romantic way anymore.

Death is present every day in our lives. It's not that I take pleasure in the morbid fascination of it, but it is a fact of life.

I think that nothing teaches you more about life than death and dying.

A death from a long illness is very different from a sudden death. It gives you time to say goodbye and time to adjust to the idea that the beloved will not be with you anymore.

Life is sad. People, you know, are going to pass, and you know that you will one day.

The elegy does the work of mourning; it allows us to experience mortality. It turns loss into remembrance, and it delivers an inheritance.

For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.

I mean, death is a serious thing, certainly not to be sneezed at.