Buddha Quotes

By the time you've reached your sixties, you do know that one day you will die, and knowing that is at least the beginning of wisdom.

These trees and these old people have one thing in common, they're both going in the ground soon!

And in some of the houses, people were getting old and sick and were dying, leaving others to grieve. It was happening all the time, unnoticed, and it was the thing that really mattered. What really mattered in life, what gave it weight, was death.

I glared at him. "I may not die now... but I'm going to die sometime. Every minute of the day, I get closer. And I'm going to get old.

In Khmer we have a saying that when one is both quite sick and old there remains only one thing, that you die.

Everything I do has the tinge of the finite, of my own demise. At some point you either accept death or you just keep pushing it back as you get older and older. I've accepted it.

I think about death most of the day, every day. We can't escape death, and choosing to ignore it only makes it more scary.

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

When you think about it, the end of the world is a little bit like death: We all know it's going to come eventually, and as we get older, we feel we see the signs more and more distinctly.

New research shows that you will be dead longer than you will be alive.

If we don't know life, how can we know death?

Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.

At my age flowers scare me.

When you really deep down look at it, we go to bed every night, get up every morning, stay here for 70 or 80 years, and then we die.

She had been dying so long that I had almost come to regard her as immortal.

The world is the mirror of myself dying.

A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age; he dies of being a man.

You feel a sense of urgency, especially at my advanced age, when you're staring into the grave.

I don't have a fear of aging or a fear of death.

I think a lot about death more than life, because we're going towards death.

Not even old age knows how to love death.

As winter strips the leaves from around us, so that we may see the distant regions they formerly concealed, so old age takes away our enjoyments only to enlarge the prospect of the coming eternity.

To have died once is enough.

He could not die when trees were green, for he loved the time too well.

A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with.