Death And Life Paradoxes

Table of Contents

• Transition and Transformation
• Inevitability of Death
• Life's Purpose and Meaning
• Fear and Acceptance
• Death's Role in Life
• Struggle and Resilience
• Love and Memory
• Hope and Despair
• Philosophical Reflections
• Other

Transition and Transformation

Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.

In the moment before I crossed over, I knew that the priests and magicians of Egypt were fools and charlatans for promising to prolong the beauties of life beyond the world we are give. Death is no enemy, but the foundation of gratitude, sympathy, and art. All of life's pleasures, only love owes no debt to death.

Leave me to die a lonely death. An artist’s death. A writer’s playground. A painter’s background. A philosopher’s bread and butter.An endeavor that we all face. I just hope that I’m not the only one there.

Amazingly, we take for granted that instinct for survival, fear of death, must separate us from the happiness of pure and uninterpreted experience, in which body, mind, and nature are the same. This retreat from wonder, the backing away like lobsters into safe crannies, the desperate instinct that our life passes unlived, is reflected in proliferation without joy, corrosive money rot, the gross befouling of the earth and air and water from which we came.

You may have thousands of my days, but I have thousands of moments in which I can be merry and happy. Does all the beauty of the world cease when you die?

Death has this much to be said for it:You don't have to get out of bed for it.Wherever you happen to beThey bring it to you—free.

For Death is the meaning of night;The eternal shadowInto which all lives must fall, All hopes expire.

Glory is sacrifice, glory is exhaustion, glory is having nothing left to give.Almost.It is death by living.

Death. What a brief word for the extinguishing of life. To be no more. To have days cut off and at their end. To never again..........anything.

I cursed myself. For once, heaven had sent me "Beauty" in its most perfected form and I abandoned it. She might not have been a girl after all but an angel: a force to guide me on this hazardous path of life I hurry down... How can life be hazardous if it can only end in death?

Death is like an oasis; the eternal vacation of life.

Let not death, nor the graveyard overcome you with fear, for every seed buried in its cold ground, resurrects forth anew, into a blossomed life.

The neurotic who seeks to get rid of the necessities of life wins nothing and lays upon himself the frightful burden of a premature age and death, which must appear especially cruel on account of the total emptiness and meaninglessness of his life.

Inevitability of Death

The world is too brutal for me—I am glad there is such a thing as the grave—I am sure I shall never have any rest till I get there.

Death! Strange that there should be such a word, and such a thing, and we ever forget it; that one should be living, warm and beautiful, full of hopes, desires and wants, one day, and the next be gone, utterly gone, and forever!

Each day death corrodes what we call living, and life ceaselessly swallows our desire for the void.

He can give everyone what they so desperately crave: hope for a life beyond death... Love poems fall out of fashion over time, often turning maudlin in the ears of future listeners. Humans' enjoyment of satire and humor is equally fickle, and epic adventures stop seeming so epic when new heroes accomplish new feats. Yet mortals' fear and bewilderment of death will never die - not as long as people keep dying.

We are old; you cannot understand that, that you will or can ever reach a time when you can bear so much and no more; that nothing else is worth the bearing; that you not only cannot, you will not; that nothing is worth anything but peace, peace, peace, even with bereavement and grief—nothing!

Despite all its dangers and tragedies, we will never stop to dedicate ourselves to life because all the beautiful things in life outweighs all the ugly things!

Without death, life is meaningless. It is a story that can never be told. A song that can never be sung. For how would one finish it?

Death is inevitable. We cross from life into death. If we live a life devoted to peacefulness, we make the essential crossing in peace. The challenge is to live a passionate and engaged life in the face of the absurdity of existence. It does no good to live in despair or worry about what happens after death.

When you are alive - try to find peace at rest; After death - RIP!

Who would endure life if it were not for the hope of death?

We stand on a mountain pass in the midst of whirling snow and blinding mist, through which we get glimpses now and then of paths which may be deceptive. If we stand still we shall be frozen to death. If we take the wrong road we shall be dashed to pieces. We do not certainly know whether there is any right one. What must we do? 'Be strong and of a good courage.' Act for the best, hope for the best, and take what comes.... If death ends all, we cannot meet death better.

Death is perhaps an ordeal, but it is not an expiation

Mihi mori lucrum--For me to die is a gain. To die, murdered by the haters of Jesus Christ, would be my gain. All my fervent desires have always been to die in a hospital as a poor man, or on the scaffold as a martyr, murdered by enemies because of the most holy religion that we profess and preach. I should like to seal with my blood the virtues and truths which I have preached and taught.

Life's Purpose and Meaning

O, it's die we must, but it's live we can, And the marvel of earth and sun Is all for the joy of woman and man And the longing that makes them one.

Our planet is poorly equipped for delight.One must snatch gladness from the days that are.In this lifeit's not difficult to die.To make lifeis more difficult by far.

To end my life having exhausted the whole of it in the pursuit of worldly things means that I will die holding no things. But to exhaust the whole of it in the pursuit of God means that I will die holding all things. And the difference between the two is everything.

I want this lifeto be much more thana “death will befall us all”I want to fill itwith sweet significancea raison d'êtrefor being under the sun

It seems to me that one ought to rejoice in the fact of death-- ought to decide, indeed, to earn one's death by confronting with passion the conundrum of life. One is responsible to life: It is the small beacon in that terrifying darkness from which we come and to which we shall return. One must negotiate this passage as nobly as possible, for the sake of those who are coming after us.

We each have the challenge of living until we die. For me, that means living mindfully and fully, with grace and thanks - or as much as I can muster on any given day.

That's what we're all looking for. A certain peace with the idea of dying. If we know, in the end, that we can ultimately have that peace with dying, then we can finally do the really hard thing." Which is? "Make peace with living.

I feel that there has to be a purpose to what we do. If there was no hope at all, we should just sleep or drink and wait for death. But we don’t want to do that. And why? I think something tells us that we should struggle. We don’t really know why we should struggle, but we do, because we think it’s better than sitting down and waiting for calamity.

Living someone else's vision, is proclaiming death to your imparted destiny, and proclaiming life to the destiny of the visionaries pursuing their visions.

What if all your hard work never pays off? What if I am the outsider to my friends and family? What then? What if all the good you’ve done has been transformed into evil and greed? What if those you help the most, stabbed you in the back? What then? Should I trust again?What if life is unfair, painful and cruel? What if Death invites you to join its tribe? What if death makes you feel at peace and alive! What then? Should I take death’s hand and walk away? What then?

After death, I will lose my opportunity to complain so I will accept everything with love.

In the life time if one does not get the body and soul separated like sword, i.e., liberation in its true sense and also the perpetual Bliss (Nityananda) in his body, then the life is not worth living ; nay furthermore, it is a burden and failure. To get salvation at the time of death is but a poor consolation.

We die well when we die with purpose fulfilled".~R. Alan Woods [2012]

Fear and Acceptance

We are all dying, every moment that passes of every day. That is the inescapable truth of this existence. It is a truth that can paralyze us with fear, or one that can energize us with impatience, with the desire to explore and experience, with the hope- nay, the iron-will!- to find a memory in every action. To be alive, under sunshine, or starlight, in weather fair or stormy. To dance with every step, be they through gardens of flowers or through deep snows.

One of the first signs of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die. This life appears unbearable, another unattainable. One is no longer ashamed of wanting to die; one asks to be moved from the old cell, which one hates, to a new one, which one willl only in time come to hate. In this there is also a residue of belief that during the move the master will chance to come along the corridor, look at the prisoner and say: "This man is not to be locked up again, He is to come with me.

On all of us was forced life; and, on almost all of us, the desire to remain alive.

I can rid myself of ‘all of the death’ that is all around me by getting out of the way of all of the things that ‘all of that death’ was attempting to birth within me.

If you reflect on death, you find the vanity of life.

Let death and exile and every other thing which appears dreadful be daily before your eyes; but most of all death: and you will never think of anything mean nor will you desire anything extravagantly.

Without hope, death is merely the doorway to darkness. An oblivion from which none returns. With hope, death becomes the gateway to everlasting light, an illumination of the sensorium - Huja

I must go on living. And, though itmay be childish of me, I can't go on insimple compliance. From now on I muststruggle with the world. I thought thatMother might well be the last of thosewho can end their lives beautifully andsadly, struggling with no one, neitherhating nor betraying anyone. In theworld to come there will be no room forsuch people. The dying are beautiful,but to live, to survive – those thingssomehow seem hideous andcontaminated with blood.

We don’t like death. We’d rather produce seeds another way. But death to ourselves, our agendas, our expectations, our hopes is necessary to find deep joy that comes when we fully relinquish ourselves to the gospel.

death is a joyous journey for the purposeful life and a melancholy for the mediocre life

Those who loved with all their heart and mind and might have always thought of death, and those who knew the endless nights of harrowing concern for others have longed for it. The life I want is a life I could not endure in eternity. It is a life of love and intensity, suffering and creation, that makes life worthwhile and death welcome. There is no other life I should prefer. Neither should I like not to die." (The Faith of a Heretic)

Heedfulness: the path to the Deathless;Heedlessness: the path to death.The heedful do not die;The heedless are as ifalready dead.Knowing this as a true distinction,those wise in heedfulnessrejoice in heedfulness,enjoying the range of the noble ones.Dhp 21-22

The mortal life is the hard journey towards the immortal life in that you suffer from the pains and tears.

Death's Role in Life

There lies before us, if we choose, continual progress in happiness, knowledge and wisdom. Shall we instead choose death, because we cannot forget our quarrels? I appeal as a human being to human beings; remember your humanity, and forget the rest.

The beauty of death is that it is a constant reminder of the limited time we spend here in this unique life on Earth. It is the ongoing wakeup call that reminds us to be joyous, to laugh, to love, to be compassionate and grateful, and most of all – to forgive.

A world without death would have no beauty, no yellow leaves in the autumn. It would be boring. There would be no change because change implies death. A world without death would be a frozen world. The fact is that we want to make the world better than God does.

Here be dragons to be slain, here be rich rewards to gain;If we perish in the seeking, why, how small a thing is death!

We are mortals all, human and nonhuman, bound in one fellowship of love and travail. No one escapes the fate of death. But we can, with caring, make our good-byes less tormented. If we broaden the circle of our compassion, life can be less cruel.

There are some mornings when I cry and cry and mourn for myself. Some mornings, I'm so angry and bitter. But it doesn't last too long. Then I get up and say, 'I want to live..' 'So far, I've been able to do it. Will I be able to continue? I don't know. But I'm betting on myself I will.' Koppel seemed extremely taken with Morrie. He asked about the humility that death induced.

If life didn't end,' he said, 'there would be no need for me. To choose love in the face if death is the ultimate act of courage. I am the joy, but you are the meaning. Together, we make humanity more that it otherwise might have been.

The remembrance of death is the beginning of a purposeful life

Death offers you thorns, eternity offers you roses, and life offers you both.

In greatness, life and death merge.

Death is the great disruptor; it thrusts us opposite life’s mirror, invites our truthful exploration, and reveals the naked truth; from which rebirth is possible and we are free to reinvent ourselves anew.

Life demands that we embrace some forms of death.

Turning away from a flight from death, you see a horizon of opportunity that puts you in a state of anticipatory resoluteness with solicitous regard for others that makes your life seem like an adventure perfused with unshakeable joy.

Struggle and Resilience

Why the desire for death.A clean paper or pure white wall.One false line, a scratch, a mistake.Unerasable. So obscureby adding million other tracings, blend it, cover over.But the original scratch remains, written in gold blood, shining.Desire for a Perfect Life.

We are all created by desire and we all die because of desire.

I shall struggle against the decline of body and brain and heart so long as a shadow of force is left me, so long as they leave me a spark of life. I must see the end of this dark tragedy.

If Earth had been hit by plague, by fire, by war, by radiation, sterility, a thousand things, you name it, I'd still stand by her; I love her; I would fight every inch of the way there because my whole life is knit to her. And she'd need mourners. To die on a dying Earth- I'd live, if only to weep.

I feel that there has to be a purpose to what we do. If there was no hope at all, we should just sleep or drink and wait for death. But we don’t want to do that. And why? I think something tells us that we should struggle. We don’t really know why we should struggle, but we do, because we think it’s better than sitting down and waiting for calamity.

If life is the greatest gift of all then death is its most grateful recipient.© 2019, Daniel Kemp All rights reserved

Authors do not need to offer us the answers to such weighty questions such as how to live and prepare us to accept death. The aim of a writer’s is to frame worldly questions that allow all readers too independently and jointly explore life-altering questions in a way that satisfies the fabric of thought corresponding to our respective times.

For every death is a simplification of existence for the others, removes the necessity to show gratitude, the obligation to pay visits.

All paths lead to death, our premature sacrifice for future spawn(from Elixir)

What on earth will appetize a man to die for something bitter if there are no benefits? Else people will curse his corpse for dying foolishly when the world abounds with sweet things to die for.

This is the endFor all our skill we have not conquered deathOur spirit leaves our bodies within our final breath.We lay our instrument of flesh asideWhen hurt beyond all mortal hope to endThis is the end

There are three things, and three things only, that can lift the pain of mortality and ease the ravages of life. These are wine, women and song.

All of creation suffers, young ones. Only in accepting our own mortality can we make a difference. Only in bearing the burden of our failures can we find the strength to go on. Only in detachment from glory, or honour, or jealousy... from life itself can we hope to spare others from grief. We are Doom Eagles. And we are dead already. -- Librarian Secundus Thryn of the Doom Eagles

Love and Memory

It is when we are faced with death that we turn most bookish.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. a burn for a burn. a life for a life. that's how all this got started. and that's how it's going to end.

Glorious death is a transition into heavenly glories; “purposeless life” is the cause of shameful death and shameful death is a transition to eternal doom!

Fate does not invite ugly boring people to save the world; and if you do try to save the world (without being beautiful, strong, clever, or wise), you will soon die pointlessly and how much adventure is there in that?

Again Master Padma said: Tsogyal, I have told this to everyone, but nobody listens. As soon as the Mara of Death catches hold of you, there is no chance for liberation. Those who do not practice the Dharma will regret this when approaching death. The years, months and days pass by without lingering even a second. This life runs out without pausing for even an hour or a minute, and then we die. The seasons continue, but your life finishes and doesn't wait.

To die is to depart, to go away from these things forever and become one with the generations that have preceded us since the beginning of time, a whispered memory in the bones and whiskers of the generations to come.

As he journeyed alone toward the monster that is death, we could do nothing to help him, nor the others still alive; all the words of strength on our lips melted away, our love not great enough to bind them to life, and our hope not enough to will them to live.

The wishes of a human being are never-ending. Even on our deathbed most of us would wish for a life extension. Those human beings who seek life extension are the sinners.

The process of life as an event could be manifested when we honor and enjoy the process of death.

From the point of view of the imminence of death, one thing counts, and one alone: to strive always to have the essential rules of life present in one’s mind, and to keep placing oneself in the fundamental disposition of the philosopher, which consists essentially in controlling one’s inner discourse, in doing only that which is of benefit to the human community, and in accepting the events brought to us by the course of the Nature of the All.

The earth is one big ball of paradise—so beautiful that death we most despise.But ruin came through man’s imperfection—so ruined, death becomes consolation.

We weep in front of the dead and we aspire towards saving humanity from destruction, but it is not the salvation from dangers, it is the elevation that is the destiny of everyone of us which should stand before our mind’s eye. It is not death, but the lost paradise that should afflict us.

We wish you a happy and satisfying death. Welcome to the Other World.

Hope and Despair

If your hope dieth, your duties die, your endeavors die, your joys die, and your souls die. And if your hope be not acted, but lie asleep, it is next to dead, both in likenss and preparation( 585).

Then the people used to live happily by a little earn;Now we're restless even having a huge gain.We have the food but don't have time to eat;We have the money but don't get therespite.One day we'll die to fulfil our wishes by trying;Still, we want to get heaven even after dying.

The worldly life remains [and is not ending and one is not going to moksha] due to the pollution of the mind [bad mind/bad thoughts] and not due to the pollution of the body.

Life will be wonderful when men no longer fear dying. When the last superstitions are thrown out and we meet death with the same equanimity as life. No longer will children's minds be twisted by evil gods whose fantastic origin is in those barbaric tribes who feared death and lightning, who feared life. That's it: life is the villain to to those who preach reward in death, through grace and eternal bliss, or through dark revenge.

Sofya now understood the difference between life and existence: her life had come to an end, but her existence could drag on indefinitely. And however wretched and miserable this existence was, the thought of violent death still filled her with horror.

The contented person finds rest in death, and for the greedy person, death puts an end to his long list of desires.

Human mortality threatens a person’s ontic self-affirmation. Life is a dream within a dream. The past is nothing, the future is an illusion, and my own existence is a trifle. If I can stop living a life of artifice and face my own nonbeing with courage, I will no longer suffer from the demons of damnation.

Those who do not care, escape the anguish of mourning but never know the delights of love. The meaning of life forever eludes them.

Life demands death. Life demands death to ego – A state when we only think and care about ourselves.

We weep in front of the dead and we aspire towards saving humanity from destruction, but it is not the salvation from dangers, it is the elevation that is the destiny of everyone of us which should stand before our mind’s eye. It is not death, but the lost paradise that should afflict us.

…everything we do is decent when the mind begins to forget — the design of life; and good when we are forgotten — the design of death.

Why all this death?You might as easily ask ‘Why all this life?’.

Your life will not be flat and dull eventhough you know that your war will never be victorious. It is far flatter, Harry, to fight for something goodand ideal and to know all the time that you are bound to attain it. Are ideals attainable? Do we live toabolish death? No--we live to fear it and then again to love it, and just for death's sake it is that our sparkof life glows for an hour now and then so brightly.

Philosophical Reflections

So the will's desire for death is not a desire for nonexistence, but a desire for peace. When someone wrongly believes that he will not exist, he desires by nature to be at peace; that is, he desire to exist in a higher degree.

A sacrifice. The last of many. The first of more. Die so others may live in peace.

Not so bizarre, and a method for which I have respect, is freezing to death on a mountain. It takes a certain sort of person to want to die this way: having a love of and knowledge of mountains, determination, and the enduring courage to carry it off.

Death isn't peaceful; it is just nothing. Everything is gone. No more sunrises, no more hopes, no more fears. Nothing.

Death is inevitable passion is eternal

Our essence is change. We are movement. Being out of balance is life. Perfect balance. Stasis. That is death. Life yearns for perfection. Death is perfection.

One of the first signs of the beginnings of understanding is the wish to die. This life appears unbearable, another unattainable. One is no longer ashamed of wanting to die; one asks to be moved from the old cell, which one hates, to a new one, which one will only in time come to hate.

A last, despairing thought shot through Aliya’s mind, Is this it? I don’t want to die! I want to live! Then everything went dark.

On the journey towards the beloved, you live by dying at every step

The beauty of death is that everyone will get to face the truth then. We will be released then. There will be justice then. There will be forgiveness then. There will be love then. Until then...

Without honour, life is impossible, not only worthless, but impossible to maintain. A man cannot live with shame; which in the old sense means far more than now, — the "can not" is equal to "is not able to". As the life is in the blood, so actually the life is in honour; if the wound be left open, and honour suffered to be constantly oozing out, then follows a pining away, a discomfort rising to despair, that is nothing but the beginning of the death struggle itself.

You are as the yellow leaf.The messengers of death are at hand.You are to travel far away.What will you take with you?You are the lampTo lighten the way.Then hurry, hurry.When your light shinesWithout impurity or desireYou will come into the boundless country.Your life is falling away.Death is at hand.Where will you rest on the way?What have you taken with you?You are the lampTo lighten the way.Then hurry, hurry.When your light shines purelyYou will not be bornAnd you will not die.

Death will always bring life, As despair will be the father of hope. Seek out the source of our salvation; Ask the dry bones for they will always speak the truth.

Other

Believe in the wonderment of life, the magic of love, and the reality of death.

Your life is your own, Rainie. So is your death. And oblivion...? That's not an option, I'm afraid.-Death

Every day another miracleOnly death will tear us apartTo sacrifice a life for yoursI'd be the blood of the Lazarus heartThe blood of the Lazarus heart

This will be my deathless offering

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