A man is born alone and dies alone; And he experiences the good and bad consequences of his karma alone; And he goes alone to hell or the supreme abode.
Karma brings us ever back to rebirth, binds us to the wheel of births and deaths. Good karma drags us back as relentlessly as bad, and the chain which is wrought out of our virtues holds as firmly and as closely as that forged from our vices.
If I used justice, you’d all be dead. The karma that you throw at me when you don’t like me, if I just let it come back, you’d all be destroyed in no time.
When a bird is alive, it eats ants. When bird dies, ants eat it. One tree can be made into million matchsticks but only one matchstick is enough to burn million trees. Circumstances can change at any time. You may be powerful today but time is more powerful than you.
Whether or not we believe in survival of consciousness after death, reincarnation, and karma, it has very serious implications for our behavior.
When I die, I hope to go to Heaven, whatever the Hell that is.
The purpose of morality is to teach you, not to suffer and die, but to enjoy yourself and live.
I could die for you. But I couldn’t, and wouldn’t, live for you.
Achieving life is not the equivalent of avoiding death.
We were strange in love, her and I. Too wild to last, too rare to die.
I promise to live a life so rich of love that at the end I will not be so shy of death.
I hope to arrive to my death, late, in love, and a little drunk.
What is the age of death? Not even a couple of moments. Life is a progression, it’s not a matter of a day or two!
Animals hear about death for the first time when they die.
We can come to look upon the deaths of our enemies with as much regret as we feel for those of our friends, namely, when we miss their existence as witnesses to our success.
Sleep is the interest we have to pay on the capital which is called in at death; and the higher the rate of interest and the more regularly it is paid, the further the date of redemption is postponed.
Life is a constant process of dying.
I believe that when death closes our eyes we shall awaken to a light, of which our sunlight is but the shadow.
Every parting gives a foretaste of death, every reunion a hint of the resurrection.
Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must travel in the steps they trod.