You know, the ancient Egyptians had a beautiful belief about death. When their souls got to the entrance to heaven, the guards asked two questions. Their answers determined whether they were able to enter or not. 'Have you found joy in your life?' 'Has your life brought joy to others?'— Morgan Freeman
Breathtaking Beautiful Death quotations
I hope to arrive to my death, late, in love and a little drunk.
Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.
The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source.
Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains and mountains and streams of our blessed star, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed, and as beautiful as life.
See, my children, a person who is in a state of sin is always sad.
Whatever he does, he is weary and disgusted with every thing; while he who is at peace with God is always happy, always joyous. . . Oh, beautiful life! Oh, beautiful death!
Beautiful things don't ask for attention.
Under the harvest moon, When the soft silver Drips shimmering Over the garden nights, Death, the gray mocker, Comes and whispers to you As a beautiful friend Who remembers.
Being a creator of a song I get to take all these broken fragments of failure and chaos and weave together something beautiful and meaningful. Decay. Death. Pain. Fall. And if God is a songwriter then these fallen leaves of mine can be redeemed
People always say that pregnant women have a glow. And I say it's because you're sweating to death.
Be brave enough to hold on to the hope that life will be beautiful again.
Beauty is at its most poignant when the cold hand of Death holds poised to wither it imminently.
A kata is not fixed or immoveable. Like water, it's ever changing and fits itself to the shape of the vessel containing it. However, kata are not some kind of beautiful competitive dance, but a grand martial art of self-defense - which determines life and death.
But why should we hear about body bags and deaths, and how many, what day it's gonna happen, and how many this or what do you suppose? Or, I mean, it's not relevant. So, why should I waste my beautiful mind on something like that?
Beauty isn't about having a pretty face. It's about having a pretty mind, a pretty heart and a pretty soul.
When the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
Nothing can happen more beautiful than death.
Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity.
Kindness is like snow - it beautifies everything it covers.
The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
I am now convinced that children should not be subjected to the frightfulness of the Christian religion [...]. If the concept of a father who plots to have his own son put to death is presented to children as beautiful and as worthy of society's admiration, what types of human behavior can be presented to them as reprehensible?
A comfort zone is a beautiful place, but nothing ever grows there.
Beauty is an omnipresence of death and loveliness, a smiling sadness that we discern in nature and all things, a mystic communion that the poet feels.
Decadence attracts me. It suggests a new world, and, for me, society's struggle between life and death is absolutely beautiful.
Dying to your own attachments is a beautiful death.
Because this death releases you into real life. You have to die as a seed to live as a tree.
The ocean is everything I want to be. Beautiful, mysterious, wild and free.
To see the beauty of the world is to put your hands on lines that run uninterrupted through life and through death. Touching them is an act of hope, for perhaps someone on the other side, if there is another side, is touching them, too.
We may speak about a place where there are no tears, no death, no fear, no night; but those are just the benefits of heaven. The beauty of heaven is seeing God.
The "kingdom of heaven" to which he referred was the state of God-consciousness, not the beautiful astral heavens that most people visualize, where virtuous souls go after death.
Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places, where other people see nothing.
Beauty stands and waits with gravity to start her death-defying leap
October is nature's funeral month. Nature glories in death more than in life. The month of departure is more beautiful than the month of coming - October than May. Every green thin loves to die in bright colors.
Friends share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand.
Travel and tell no one, live a true love story and tell no one, live happily and tell no one, people ruin beautiful things.
Solitude produces originality, bold and astonishing beauty, poetry.
But solitude also produces perverseness, the disproportianate, the absurd and the forbidden.
In Sleep we lie all naked and alone, in Sleep we are united at the heart of night and darkness, and we are strange and beautiful asleep; for we are dying the darkness and we know no death.
Beauty is a fading flower,Truth is but a wizard's tower,Where a solemn death-bell tolls,And a forest round it rolls.
The beautiful thing about learning is that no one can take it away from you.
Love is the Water of Life Everything other than love for the most beautiful God is agony of the spirit, though it be sugar- eating. What is agony of the spirit? To advance toward death without seizing hold of the Water of Life.
A whole tree of lightning stood in the sky.
She kept looking out the window, suffused with the warmth from the fire and with the pity and beauty and power of her death. The thunder rolled.
The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.
Yet, he thought, if I can die saying, "Life is so beautiful," then nothing else is important. If i can believe in myself that much, nothing else matters.
Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.