Death Quotations Quotes

The richest person in the cemetery is the one who left behind the most happy memories.

~ Matshona Dhliwayo

The aim of all life is death. Life is the apprenticeship that we serve preparing for death. Life is the fleeting spark of divinity that precedes a deathless eternity.

~ Kilroy J. Oldster

Humans recognize the duality, autonomy, and latitude range of the mind and the body, and all humans comprehend their impending mortality. Unlike other animals, humankind knows despair brought about by understanding the inevitability of death of all living creatures. The radius of human thought touching upon the longitude of our transient existence causes infinite pain. Seeking to ameliorate existential anguish incites us to ponder spiritual matters, and this sphere of mental activity spurs us to contemplate the perimeter of unknown frontiers. Our ability to understand the compass of life and death allows us to view the circumference of the world as consisting of a past, a present, and a future in relation to our own lives. How a person views the range of their earthly life and how a person rationalizes their march towards a deathly outback creates a system of beliefs that separate people into classes, and the variations amongst class members’ belief systems supplements who we think we are.

~ Kilroy J. Oldster

Love is a spirit, and therefore cannot die a natural death.

~ Matshona Dhliwayo

When you wrestle with life, your heart inevitably becomes a warrior; when you wrestle with death, your soul inevitably becomes a conqueror.

~ Matshona Dhliwayo

The richest person in the cemetery is the one who left the most happy memories.

~ Matshona Dhliwayo

If death blew a trumpet each time he was coming, there would be no one to greet him on arrival.

~ Matshona Dhliwayo

Time is your acquaintance, life is your friend, death is your enemy, and existence is your soulmate.

~ Matshona Dhliwayo

One who is not afraid to die lives, and one who is afraid to live dies.

~ Matshona Dhliwayo

Life is short, death is long, days are narrow, and years are wide.

~ Matshona Dhliwayo

In the vast spectrum of space-time’s coeternal continuum, I am but a glint of bundled energy held together by the translucent fiber of creative consciousness. The misty dew of private thoughts that inhabit my streaky underworld briefly forms a splintery part of the glittering arena of the cosmos. In the ether-like dawn of my awakening, my minuscule arch appears intravenously injected amid the dark matter of the nightscape. Reminiscent of the morning’s dew, my comet’s tailed reflection disintegrates and dissipates without a lasting trace in the dawn of a new age. I shall never wholly cease to exist, since my filtrate potentiality – a trace of my essence – remains suspended forevermore in celestial wonderment.

~ Kilroy J. Oldster