Dejan Stojanovic Quotes

Where all life dies death lives.

Death in various forms is sometimes comforting, while resurrection and new life can be demanding and threatening. If I lived as if resurrection were real, and allowed myself to die for the sake of a new life, what might I be called upon to do?

The world dies over and over again, but the skeleton always gets up and walks.

To awake from death is to die in peace.

Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.

I think that, when you die, you go back to where you came from before you were born. So I don't think death is a bad thing.

I look upon death to be as necessary to our constitution as sleep. We shall rise refreshed in the morning.

You live you die and death not ends it.

Death is not an end. It is a new impulse.

The last to be overcome is death, and the knowledge of life is the knowledge of death.

when I become death. Death is the seed from which I grow.

Death is the condition of higher and more fruitful life.

Death is the gate of life.

For death, Now I know, is that first breath Which our souls draw when we enter Life, which is of all life center.

The seed dies into a new life, and so does man.

What if it is for life's sake that we must die? In truth we are not individuals; and it is because we think ourselves such that death seems unforgivable. We are temporary organs of the race, cells in the body of life; we die and drop away that life may remain young and strong. If we were to live forever, growth would be stifled, and youth would find no room on earth. Death, like style, is the removal of rubbish, the circumcision of the superfluous. In the midst of death life renews itself immortally.

Death, is not an end, but a transition crisis. All the forms of decay are but masks of regeneration--the secret alembics of vitality.

What is our death but a night's sleep? For as through sleep all weariness and faintness pass away and cease, and the powers of the spirit come back again, so that in the morning we arise fresh and strong and joyous; so at the Last Day we shall rise again as if we had only slept a night, and shall be fresh and strong.

The death-change comes. Death is another life. We bow our heads At going out, we think, and enter straight Another golden chamber of the king's Larger than this we leave, and lovelier. And then in shadowy glimpses, disconnect, The story, flower-like, closes thus its leaves. The will of God is all in all. He makes, Destroys, remakes, for His own pleasure, all.

The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.

We were born to die and we die to live. As seedlings of God, we barely blossom on earth; we fully flower in heaven.

If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character, would you slow down? Or speed up?

I wouldn't mind at all coming back to earth after my death.