Death Reflection Quotes

Let every man in mankind's frailtyConsider his last day; and let nonePresume on his good fortune until he findLife, at his death, a memory without pain.

When we dead awaken ... we see that we have never lived.

I realised how rich I had become and I asked myself, 'Do I really want to be the richest person in the cemetery?'

Anyone I know who's almost died has come out of it, at least for a while, looking at things differently.

The further you go in life, the more you realize what you're going to leave this Earth.

Imagine how different a world might be if more leaders took time to ponder the finality of death before racing off to war.

In death, you once more challenge people from every strata, religion, and position to think about how their own actions do and can change the world for better or worse.

The end of a life is always vivifying.

The bike accident caused me to start talking about spiritual truths. This accident - where I faced my own death - compelled me to talk about these truths and try to make a movie about them.

Facing my own death brought an instant sense of clarity and purpose.

I've been dreaming of mirrors. Millions of mirrors, reflecting people to death.

I think you die the way you live.

Those sins that seem most sweet in life, will prove most bitter in death

There is nothing like the dead cold hand of the past to take down our tumid egotism and lead us into the solemn flow of the life of our race.

The grave is a crucible where memory is purified; we only remember a dead friend by those qualities which make him regretted.

After the writer's death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.

I don't know much more than I did when I was alive. Most of the stuff I know now that I didn't know then I can't put into words.

I do lots - I've always felt that the idea when you're on your deathbed is, you know, to do lots of different - to say that you've done lots of different interesting things not, you know, how expensive a lining you can get for your coffin, you know.

I want words at my funeral. But I guess that means you need life in your life.

Reflect on death as in Jesus Christ, not as without Jesus Christ. Without Jesus Christ it is dreadful, it is alarming, it is the terror of nature. In Jesus Christ it is fair and lovely, it is good and holy, it is the joy of saints.

Here's a strange fact: murder a man, and you feel responsible for his life - ''possessive'', even. You know more about him than his father and mother; they knew his fetus, but you know his corpse. Only you can complete the story of his life, only you know why his body has to be pushed into the fire before its time, and why his toes curl up and fight for another hour on earth.

Youth is not rich in time; it may be poor; Part with it as with money, sparing; pay No moment but in purchase of its worth, And what it's worth, ask death-beds; they can tell.

While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.

These are the kinds of things a guy thinks about when he visits his own grave.