Gradual Death Acceptance

Table of Contents

• The Inevitability of Death
• Living Fully Before Death
• Death as a Shared Experience
• Death and Daily Life
• Emotional and Psychological Deaths
• Acceptance and Resignation
• Death and Love
• Mortality and Reflection
• Other

The Inevitability of Death

We all die. Not all of us live.

Everyone dies. It is how one lives that matters.

We are all resigned to death: it's life we aren't resigned to.

The truth is we're all dying, the lie is we're all living.

As soon as we are born, we are old enough to die.

Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.

We all die and disappear, but that's because the mechanism of the world itself is built on destruction and loss.

We all die. It's just a question of when.

It is the lot of man but once to die.

Every life is different, but every death is the same. We live with others. We die alone.

But in real life we do not die when all that makes life bright dies to us.

Living Fully Before Death

To die is our heavy portion, but, oh, let us die with life about us; when our cold hearts cease to beat, let warm hearts be beating near (...).

In the end, all men die. How you lived will be far more important to the Almighty than what you accomplished.

We all die. But how we live fully and fly... is with an open mind, compassion, consciousness, and a caring and BraveHeart.

As far as I see it,” Grover answered. “Ain’t a man’s death that’s so important as how he lives. Dying is just once and not too many of us have much say about it, but every day we’re alive we choose what we do. How much joy we find and how we treat other folk, that’s all up to us while we’re living. That’s what we leave behind when we die.

Every man dies. Not every man really lives.

Every man dies, not every man really lives

Every man dies. Not every man truly lives.

Everyone dies but not everyone lives.

Every person dies. Not every person really lives.

Since we all know for a fact that we’re all going to die, why don’t we all treat each other like we could lose each other at any minute?

Death as a Shared Experience

In death, as in life, we stand together, always a family, always a team. The brotherhood never dies.

But when it comes down to it, we all die alone.

We all die alone. We shall endure death as once we endured birth. You can’t share either experience.

We are all born and someday we'll all die. Most likely to some degree alone. Our aloneness in this world is, maybe not anymore, a thing to mourn.

In death as in life, we stand together, always a family, always a team. The brotherhood never dies.

When you really deep down look at it, we go to bed every night, get up every morning, stay here for 70 or 80 years, and then we die.

Every life is different, but every death is the same. We live with others. We die alone.

Death and Daily Life

Sometimes the dying live more fiercely and wisely than the rest of us. (146)

We are always dying, all the time. That's what living is; living is dying, little by little. It is a sequenced collection of individualized deaths.

Now I just accept that we’re born each day and we die each night. In between we live our lives.

We’re all dying from the moment we’re born. That’s all we do our entire lives, is die.

We die daily. Happy those who daily come to life as well.

One must not only die daily, but every day we must be born again.

We are always dying, all the time. That’s what living is; living is dying, little by little. It is a sequenced collection of individualized deaths.

Emotional and Psychological Deaths

Just because we lost a life, doesn't mean we have to lose ourselves. - Tamara Gabriel

We live once, we die once NoWe live once but die many times And the most painful death is when one die multiple times in segmentsbefore truly lay in the graves

We die the day we lose the will to go on. We die the day we stop caring about life.

Some of us die long before our last breath. We perish in the fire of love, reduced to ashes in the consuming blaze. No, we do not die when our hearts cease to beat, but when they start beating the first timefor somebody else.

We die once but we are killed at many instincts by others for their survival instinct

The greatest loss in life is what dies inside us while we live.

You dont die just once, Because you are a human being with emotions you die many times in your lifetime before you actually die. Most of the times you alone mourn on those little deaths.

All of us, whoever we may be, have our respirable beings. We lack air and we stifle. Then we die. To die for lack of love is horrible. Suffocation of the soul.

When we die to something, something comes alive within us. If we die to self, charity comes alive; if we die to pride, service comes alive; if we die to lust, reverence for personality comes alive; if we die to anger, love comes alive.

Acceptance and Resignation

We never actively remember death,' Odenigbo said. The reason we live as we do is because we do not remember that we will die. We will all die.

In life, nobody gets out alive.

We live as if life will never end.

The fundamental fact about all of us is that we’re alive for a while but will die before long. This fact is the real root cause of all our anger and pain and despair. And you can either run from this fact or, by way of love, you can embrace it.

But death we are, and death we've always been.

Our lives mean so much more than the frail bodies that carry them.

We have lost, being born, as much as we shall lose dying: Everything!

In the end, life makes victims of us all.

We are all of us resigned to death: it’s life we aren’t resigned to.

Death and Love

Every human being on earth has two things in common. Death and a broken heart.

We all die one day, but jewels never fade or perish. Through our children we live. That’s how we cheat death.

We all perish in our last attempt to live.

That which we die for lives as wholly as that which we live for dies.

For we lose not only by death, but also by leaving and being left, by changing and letting go and moving on.

Everyone we love is dying. Still, to cease living is unacceptable.

I think now, looking back, that we all die, little by little, as each of those we love departs before us.

We who were once living can guard you still, and love you, and keep you living safe and whole. Nothing ever truly dies.

Alive and one. We are one, and while we love, death will never touch us.

Mortality and Reflection

We are all dying one by one. We all smell of mortality, and we can't wash it off.

Our lives carry us along in ways we cannot control, and almost nothing stays with us. It dies when we do, and death is something that happens to us every day.

We die a day at a time

In every day and in every way, we're all that much closer to death.

we are imperfect mortal beings, aware of that mortality even as we push it away, failed by our very complication, so wired that when we mourn our losses we also mourn, for better or for worse, ourselves. as we were. as we are no longer. as we will one day not be at all.

After the age of 50 we begin to die little by little in the deaths of others.

Good God! how often are we to die before we go quite off this stage? In every friend we lose a part of ourselves, and the best part.

No one dies a virgin, Life screws us all

You do not live as long as I have, and survive, by feeling deeply. I sometimes wonder, from my observations, if mortals do not often die from broken hearts.

Other

in this land some of us fuck more than we die but most of us die better than we fuck

We sometimes run for our life to our death.

Some of us die long before our last breath. We perish in the fire of love, reduced to ashes in the consuming blaze. No, we do not die when our hearts cease to beat, but when they start beating the first timefor someone else.

Everyone dies but not everyone truly lives.

We die all the time to avoid being killed.

We live and we die, but most of all we live.

Just when we stopped wanting to kill ourselves, we started to die.

In death, we are in life.

We live only once but can die several deaths in a lifetime.

We are all dying. Every single day that we are alive!

We meet today to prevent a second shock wave of deaths, and to prevent further suffering, ... In the next few days, weeks, we literally remain in a life-saving phase.

We die in proportion to the words we fling around us.

We throw our parties; we abandon our families to live alone in Canada; we struggle to write books that do not change the world, despite our gifts and our unstinting efforts, our most extravagant hopes. We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep--it's as simple and ordinary as that. A few jump out of windows or drown themselves or take pills; more die by accident; and most of us, the vast majority, are slowly devoured by some disease or, if we're very fortunate, by time itself.

People get killed every ten or 20 minutes. When we die, we are just another statistic.

When we are dead : it is the living only who cannot be forgiven the living only from whom men's indulgence and reverence are held off, like the rain by the hard east wind .

We are all of us resigned to death: it's life we aren't resigned to.

Now more than ever, I have learned that, when people die, they truly do live throughout those who love them.

Oh, we are but soft and squishy bags of mortality rolling in a bin of sharp circumstance, leaking life until we collapse, flaccid, into our own despair..

When you die it's the same as if everybody else did too.

In my family, we don't die till we're 100 years old.

We never say die. We didn't give up. We had plenty of chances to give up, but we hung in there.

Everybody knows that everybody dies. But not every day. Not today. Some days are special. Some days are so, so blessed. Some days, nobody dies at all. Now and then, every once in a very long while, every day in a million days, when the wind stands fair and the Doctor comes to call, everybody lives.

We live, we die, and the wheels on the bus go round and round.

We come and cry and that is life, we cry and go and that is death.

We pass our life in deliberation, and we die upon it.

We live and die; Christ died and lived!

Everything alive must die. Every building built to the sky will fall. Don't try to tell me my everlasting love is a lie.

Some things never die, and they often get way better.

Life will end in death and unhappiness, but we do it anyway.

But death we are, and death we’ve always been.

We never actively remember death,′ Odenigbo said. The reason we live as we do is because we do not remember that we will die. We will all die.

Oh, we are but soft and squishy bags of mortality rolling in a bin of sharp circumstance, leaking life until we collapse, flaccid, into our own despair...

Everybody dies, and everybody loses people they love.

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