Would that death were like this. Would that one would sleep and sleep and sleep forever.
He brooded on how close destruction always was to all creatures, animals as well as humans, and he realized that there is nothing we can predict or know for certain in this world except death.
Emptiness is this world’s greatest discovery. Who has chosen this kind world for us and why?
Es decir..., lo que yo creo es que el hombre piensa en el significado de la vida porque sabe con certeza que va morir algún día. (...) Nadie sabe lo que va a ocurrir. Por eso nosotros, para evolucionar necesitamos la muerte.
Wenn man noch nicht das Leben kennt, wie sollte man den Tod kennen.
I am no wise man. Every day shows me how little I know about life, and how wrong I can be. But there are things I know to be true. I know I will die. And I know that the only sane response to such a horror is to love.
The only thing set in stone are dumb quotes and names of dead people. Everything else is subject to change.
Each coil has the earthquake which created it, as every death has the life that gave birth to it.
Is the sunrise superior just because it goes before the sunset with a day and sunset goes before the sunrise with a night? Could there be day without night and sunrise without sunset, life without death?
I believed in the faith of faith without acknowledging his quality of being an absolute truth.
All you ever were was a little bit of the universe, thinking to itself. Very specific; this bit, here, right now. All the rest was fantasy. Nothing was ever identical to anything else because it didn't share the same special coordinates; nothing could be identical to anything else because you couldn't share the property of uniqueness.
Every thought is a spell. Every sentence you utter is a spell. So the big question is... are you creating beauty or death with your word magic?
Faith is life, knowledge is death, and choosing the correct one is wisdom.
Far sooner than your mind, your body knows how privileged it is to be here. It is also aware of the presence of death. There is a wisdom in your physical, bodily presence that is luminous and profound. Frequently the illnesses that come to us result from our self-neglect and our failure to listen to the voice of the body.
Faith is life and knowledge is death.
you don't lose a person like a set of keys because you don't find them again and you can still get to where you're going.
Wisdom’ and ‘greed’ sit at opposite ends of the continuum. And interestingly enough, they share the same place on the same continuum as ‘life’ and ‘death.’ And the person who is daring enough to be honest with themselves knows exactly which end they share.
If you are working yourself to death, how can any investor feel safe, confident and secure investing in you?
Daddy says that one day all I'll think about is people I used to know.
We all know that birth ultimately ends with death.
