We must conduct research and then accept the results. If they don't stand up to experimentation, Buddha`s own words must be rejected.
Poets by Death are conquer'd but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
One rational voice is dumb: over a grave The household of Impulse mourns one dearly loved. Sad is Eros, builder of cities, And weeping anarchic Aphrodite.
. . . But nature does not say that cats are more valuable than mice; nature makes no remark on the subject. She does not even say that the cat is enviable or the mouse pitiable. We think the cat superior because we have (or most of us have) a particular philosophy to the effect that life is better than death. But if the mouse were a German pessimist mouse, he might not think that the cat had beaten him at all. He might think he had beaten the cat by getting to the grave first.
Jesus poured out his soul in life before he poured it out unto death
I don't accept defeat as final. Only death is final - and even then I hope for a reprieve.
If thou art rich, thou art poor; for, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows, thou bearest thy heavy riches but a journey, and death unloads thee.
Don't waste your death on a half assed life
Everyday there's more death, and plus I'm doughless. I'm seeing more reasons for me to proceed with thieving.
What is born will die, What has been gathered will be dispersed, What has been accumulated will be exhausted, What has been built up will collapse, And what has been high will be brought low.
Perhaps we are given a mom that we might take into death the memory of a lullaby.
One thing I've learned about death threats is that they're great, actually. You should actually be grateful for death threats because those who are taking the time to threaten you that way are getting it out of their system. That's really what they rant to do, yell at you, and they want to threaten you.
Eternity is now. Right now, right here, you're an infinite being. Once you get past the fear of death as an end, you merge with the infinite and feel the comfort and relief that this realization brings.
I haven't committed all the crimes in my movies, I would have gotten the death penalty many years ago if I had.
And when life's sweet fable ends, soul and body part like friends; no quarrels, murmurs, no delay; a kiss, a sigh, and so away.
Cursed is the man who dies, but the evil done by him survives.
If men only felt about death as they do about sleep, all terrors would cease. . . Men sleep contentedly, assured that they will wake the following morning. They should feel the same about their lives.
A coward may die many times, but a brave man dies only once. If I die for you, I won't consider it death but love.
Death is the condition of higher and more fruitful life.
I am death, not taxes. I turn up only once.