Walt Whitman Quotes

There are only two things to write about: life and death.

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

In living we die, in dying we live.

Life is a plant that grows out of death.

In my beginning is my end.

When one's dead, one's dead... This squirrel will become earth all in his time. And still later on, there'll grow new trees from him, with new squirrels skipping about in them. Do you think that's so very sad?

We are washed both on coming into the world and on going out of it, and we take no pleasure from the first washing nor any profit from the last.

In my end is my beginning.

The two moments are much alike: birth and death are made of the same fabric.

Death is a part of life ... and that part of life needs everything that the rest of life does.

If you were not born in this world, there would be no need to die. To be born in this world is to die, to disappear [laughing].

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

Life lives on life. This is the sense of the symbol of the Ouroboros, the serpent biting its tail. Everything that lives lives on the death of something else. Your own body will be food for something else. Anyone who denies this, anyone who holds back, is out of order. Death is an act of giving.

Death is but an aspect of life, and the destruction of one material form is but a prelude to building up of another.

All mankind is one volume. When one man dies, a chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language. And every chapter must be translated. God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice. But God's hand shall bind up all our scattered leaves again for that library where every book shall live open to one another

In a world where people die every day, I think the important thing to remember is that for each moment of sorrow we get when people leave this world there's a corresponding moment of joy when a new baby comes into this world. That first wail is-well, it's magic, isn't it? Perhaps it's a hard thing to say, but joy and sorrow are like milk and cookies. That's how well they go together. I think we should all take a moment to meditate on that.

To live is to die.

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave.

Our life is made by the death of others.

Life and death are one thread, the same line viewed from different sides.

Birth and death; we all move between these two unknowns.

I think living in a way that's close to nature makes you feel like that - makes you feel how thin the veil is between life and death.

Hunting is part of a cycle of life that repeats. Life. Death. Life. Death. Death is part of life.