Man comes from a drop of semen and leaves as a piece of dust. He doesn't know when he came and he doesn't know when he's leaving, yet he walks on the earth thinking he knows everything.— Ali ibn Abi Talib
Grateful Birth And Death quotations
Man treats woman as his own property and not as being capable of feelings, like himself. The way man treats women is much worse than the way landlords treat servants and the high-caste treat the low-caste. These treat them so demeaningly only in situations mutually affecting them; but men treat cruelly and as slaves, from their birth till death.
The only constant you have from Point A, your birth to Point B, your death is you. There is no point in changing who you are to appease others when they're gonna leave your life. LOVE YOURSELF because you're the only one who's stuck with yourself. Fall in love with who you are and if anybody wants to join in on that. More Power to them.
The birth, death, and resurrection of Jesus means that one day everything sad will come untrue.
There is a simple way to become buddha: When you refrain from unwholesome actions, are not attached to birth and death, and are compassionate toward all sentient beings, respectful to seniors and kind to juniors, not excluding or desiring anything, with no designing thoughts or worries, you will be called a buddha. Do not seek anything else.
Without natural resources life itself is impossible.
From birth to death, natural resources, transformed for human use, feed, clothe, shelter, and transport us. Upon them we depend for every material necessity, comfort, convenience, and protection in our lives. Without abundant resources prosperity is out of reach.
Intellectual growth should commence at birth and cease only at death.
There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval.
Once you stop clinging and let things be, you'll be free, even of birth and death. You'll transform everything.
There is but One God, His name is Truth, He is the Creator, He fears none, he is without hate, He never dies, He is beyond the cycle of births and death, He is self illuminated, He is realized by the kindness of the True Guru. He was True in the beginning, He was True when the ages commenced and has ever been True, He is also True now.
Life is a disease, brother, and death begins already at birth.
Every breath, every heartbeat, is a moment of dying - a little shove toward the end.
Before my birth there was infinite time, and after my death, inexhaustible time.
I never thought of it before: I'd been living luminously between two eternities of darkness.
Most of us would agree that the important thing about Jesus is not his supposed miraculous birth or the claim that he was resurrected from death, but rather how he lived. The power of his love, the penetrating simplicity of his teachings, and the force of his example of service on behalf of the disenfranchised and downtrodden are what is crucial.
When we cannot bear to be alone, it means we do not properly value the only companion we will have from birth to death-ourselves.
Life contains these things: leakage and wickage and discharge, pus and snot and slime and gleet. We are biology. We are reminded of this at the beginning and the end, at birth and at death. In between we do what we can to forget.
Life is a spark between two identical voids, the darkness before birth and the one after death.
Bethlehem and Golgotha, the Manger and the Cross, the birth and the death, must always be seen together.
When you long with all your heart for someone to love you, a madness grows there that shakes all sense from the trees and the water and the earth. And nothing lives for you, except the long deep bitter want. And this is what everyone feels from birth to death.
Each galaxy, star, or person is the temporary owner of particles that have passed through the births and deaths of entities across vast reaches of time and space. The particles that make us have traveled billions of years across the universe; long after we and our planet are gone, they will be a part of other worlds.
As we look deeply within, we understand our perfect balance.
There is no fear of the cycle of birth, life and death. For when you stand in the present moment, you are timeless.
Everything goes through the cycle of birth, growth, maturation, decay and death.
But all of this is an illusion. Everything we see is an illusion.
Life is like a very short visit to a toy shop between birth and death.
What will be left of all the fearing and wanting associated with your problematic life situation that every day takes up most of your attention? A dash, one or two inches long, between the date of birth and date of death on your gravestone.
From the moment of my birth, the angels of anxiety, worry, and death stood at my side, followed me out when I played, followed me in the sun of springtime and in the glories of summer. They stood at my side in the evening when I closed my eyes, and intimidated me with death, hell, and eternal damnation.
The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.
Life is the coexistence of all opposite values.
Joy and sorrow, pleasure and pain, up and down, hot and cold, here and there, light and darkness, birth and death. All experience is by contrast, and one would be meaningless without the other.
Birth, life, and death― each took place on the hidden side of a leaf.
Birth and death; we all move between these two unknowns.
I had seen birth and death but had thought they were different.
The two moments are much alike: birth and death are made of the same fabric.
[On the ancient Venus figurines:] If the central religious figure was a woman giving birth and not, as in our time, a man dying on a cross, it would not be unreasonable to infer that life and the love of life - rather than death and the fear of death - were dominant in society as well as art.
Oh son, watch the illusory spectacle! All birth and death is projected by delusion, not existing in reality. I am beyond coming and going.
Technique has taken over the whole of civilization.
Death, procreation, birth all submit to technical efficiency and systemization.
The Death of the contemporary forms of social order ought to gladden rather than trouble the soul. Yet what is frightening is that the departing world leaves behind it not an heir, but a pregnant widow. Between the death of the one and the birth of the other, much water will flow by, a long night of chaos and desolation will pass.
Each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh morning a little youth, every going to rest and sleep a little death.