Death can come at any moment. You could die this afternoon; you could die tomorrow morning; you could die on your way to work; you could die in your sleep. Most of us try to avoid the sense that death can come at any time, but its timing is unknown to us. Can we live each day as if it were our last? Can we relate to one another as if there were no tomorrow?
People continue to fear dying, only because no one ever has.
You're never promised your next breath.
It's only when we truly know and understand that we have a limited time on earth - and that we have no way of knowing when our time is up, we will then begin to live each day to the fullest, as if it was the only one we had.
It's just as idiotic to say there is no life after death as it is to say there is one.
You don't get to choose how you're going to die, or when. You can only decide how you're going to live. Now.
I do not think I will die, but whether I do or not, the company will pursue the same policies.
Frick survived and continued his policies.
We may, indeed, say that the hour of death is uncertain, but when we say this we think of that hour as situated in a vague and remote expanse of time; it does not occur to us that it can have any connexion with the day that has already dawned and can mean that death -- or its first assault and partial possession of us, after which it will never leave hold of us again -- may occur this very afternoon, so far from uncertain, this afternoon whose time-table, hour by hour, has been settled in advance.
[on Osama bin Laden] He is either alive and well or alive and not too well or not alive.
Just where death is expecting you is something we cannot know; so, for your part, expect him everywhere.
Death promises nothing--not even oblivion.
I don't know what happens when people die Can't seem to grasp it as hard as I try It's like a song I can hear playing right in my ear That I can't sing I can't help listening
When she woke briefly during her last illness and found all her family around her bedside: "Am I dying or is this my birthday?"
Life is short and the time of death is uncertain; so apply yourself to meditation. Avoid doing evil, and acquire merit, to the best of your ability, even at the cost of life itself. In short: Act so that you have no cause to be ashamed of yourselves and hold fast to this rule.
[When asked if her husband was still living:] It's a matter of opinion.
Just like those who are incurably ill, the aged know everything about their dying except exactly when.
Death is such a strange thing. One minute you're here and then just gone. You'd think there would be an anteroom, a place where you could be visited before you go.
One never knows the ending. One has to die to know exactly what happens after death, although Catholics have their hopes.
Pale January lay In its cradle day by day Dead or living, hard to say.
Though I am a Catholic, a professing one, I have serious doubts about the survival of the human personality after death.
Nobody gets to pick their time to die, but living every day to the max is something we all get to do.
Nature has lent us life at interest, like money, and has fixed no day for its payment.
Anyone who tells you that they know, they just know what happens when you die, I promise you, you dont. How can I be so sure? Because I dont know and you do not possess mental powers that I do not.
Whatever is certain in death is slightly alleviated by what is not so infallible; the time when it shall happen is undefined, but it is more or less connected with the infinite, and what we call eternity.
Ay, but to die, and go we know not where.