Jean de la Bruyere Quotes

Once life is finished it acquires a sense; up to that point it has not got a sense; its sense is suspended and therefore ambiguous.

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

My troubles are many They're deep as a well I swear there ain't no Heaven And I pray there ain't no hell But I'll never know by living only my dying will tell. And when I die and when I'm gone There'll be, one child born And a world to carry on, to carry on.

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

Death is nothing to us, since when we are, death has not come, and when death has come, we are not.

Go and try to disprove death. Death will disprove you, and that's all!

What is certain in death is somewhat softened by what is uncertain; it is an indefiniteness in the time, which holds a certain relation to the infinite, and what is called eternity.

Someone dying asks if there is life after death. Yes, comes the answer, only not yours.

You just never know when you're going into eternity.

Death promises nothing--not even oblivion.

Death is an antidote for this life, and it makes another more stable form of life which is insoluble in everything.

We die, and we do not die.

When we leave this world, and are laid in the earth, the prince walks as narrow a path as the day-laborer.

The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.

We die only once, and for such a long time.

Life is hardly more than a fraction of a second. Such a little time to prepare oneself for eternity!

I am through with this body, and what becomes of it will make no difference with me in the future.

Most of us believe that we possess some aspect of eternity that will insure some kind of survival beyond death. The only problem with those strategies is they forget that only God is eternal. We are finite.

Every time we go to sleep, it's a rehearsal of the day when our eyes will ultimately close and we wake up on the side of eternity.

Death is a release from the impressions of the senses, and from desires that make us their puppets, and from the vagaries of the mind, and from the hard service of the flesh.

No man can pass into eternity, for he is already in it.

I just don't get death at all. Yes, it's there. But I don't get it.

We can imagine our bodies being destroyed, our brains ceasing to function, our bones turning to dust, but it is harder - some would say impossible - to imagine the end of our very existence.

When we die our money, fame, and honors will be meaningless. We own nothing in this world. Everything we think we own is in reality only being loaned to us until we die. And on our deathbed at the moment of death, no one but God can save our souls.

Death doesn't affect the living because it has not happened yet. Death doesn't concern the dead because they have ceased to exist.