death contemplation Quotes

I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I'll be ready.

Since I was a child, death is definitely something that I think about every day. But I think that everybody does. You try and avoid it, but it's such a big thing that you can't.

I just don't really think about death.

Each time I fail to think about death, I have the impression of cheating, of deceiving someone in me.

Humans may be the only creatures on Earth who spend significant time thinking about the fact that someday their lives will end.

Once one has kissed a cadaver's forehead, there always remains something of it on the lips, an infinite bitterness, an aftertasteof nothingness that nothing can erase.

Various kinds of self-forgetting, usually accompanied by illusions and myths, make it possible to live without the intransigent facing of death-in the sense of always thinking about it and what it means for life and the things dear in life-which is characteristic of a serious life.

I am able to follow my own death step by step. Now I move softly towards the end.

The big change is the proximity to death.

Obviously death is a theme I'm fascinated by.

Death has a way of making us all stop and think about life.

So love the thought of death, love it.

So the first thing: become aware of death. Think about it, look at it, contemplate it. Do not be afraid, do not escape the fact. It is there and you cannot escape it! It has come into existence with you.

I know it sounds weird, but how bad, how hard can dying be?

I forced myself to picture the last moments. The penultimate breath. A final sigh. And yet. It was always followed by another.

In that chocolate side of town, in my blessed city of Sacramento, California - that was beginning of my death shudders, that's why Kierkegaard and Kafka began to make sense to me when I was very, very young - that radical sense fragility of life and inevitability of death; those trucks coming, if the truck came at a same time I was on the bridge, I was in the creek -my body would be the culinary delight of terrestrial worms.

Real security is contemplating death, not pretending it doesn't exist.

The journey over the bridge had unnerved me. The river water passed me by like an untouched drink. I suspected that even if my mother and brother had not been there I would have made no move to jump.

The thought that I might kill myself formed in my mind coolly as a tree or a flower.

I don't ever want to get to the point where I don't think about death! You've got to swim in it, learn from it - embrace it!

I definitely think about death. And every day your relationship with death changes. And every day I sort of feel like I know it more. I've always thought about it.

I know that whenever I think about death, I come up against a stone wall.

It's always been intriguing to me, the loveability of mortality.

I was thinking about dying the other day the death thought came while I was sitting on the toilet peeing - that's where I have my most contemplative thoughts.

One thing that I really like to do is, I'll look in the mirror, and I'll imagine that I'm rapidly aging, until I'm just a skull.