Here am I, send me; send me to the ends of the earth; send me to the rough, the savage lost of the wilderness; send me from all that is called comfort on earth; send me even to death itself, if it be but in your service, and to promote your kingdom
— David Brainerd
Lavish Comforting Death quotations
I know for certain that we never lose the people we love, even to death.
They continue to participate in every act, thought and decision we make. Their love leaves an indelible imprint in our memories. We find comfort in knowing that our lives have been enriched by having shared their love.
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.
There is no death, only a change of worlds.
We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.
Why bad things happen to good people
Never does one feel oneself so utterly helpless as in trying to speak comfort for great bereavement.
Life is eternal; and love is immortal; and death is only a horizon; and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
The persons you long for, who have gone to heaven before you, will be waiting for you when you die. They will be ready to comfort you and escort you to heaven.
The highest tribute to the dead is not grief but gratitude.
Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of trauma, I will fear no concussion.
Death cannot kill what never dies.
Wherever you are you will always be in my heart.
The point is that only one thing matters in this world, to prepare oneself for death. One can try to be as comfortable as possible until one dies... Because being comfortable does not have any meaning either. It just does not. Everything is only a big meaninglessness that one must bear.
I'm very comfortable with the nature of life and death, and that we come to an end. What's most difficult to imagine is that those dreams and early yearnings and desires of childhood and adolescence will also disappear. But who knows? Maybe you become part of the eternal whatever.
Remember you have to be comfortable. Golf is not a life or death situation. It's just a game and should be treated as such. Stay loose.
When you are sorrowful, look again.
I admire addicts. In a world where everybody is waiting for some blind, random disaster or some sudden disease, the addict has the comfort of knowing what will most likely wait for him down the road. He's taken some control over his ultimate fate, and his addiction keeps the cause of his death from being a total surprise.
Oh heart, if one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body, answer that the flower withers, but the seed remains.
If we stay where we are, where we're stuck, where we're comfortable and safe, we die there... When nothing new can get in, that's death.
There's something about death that is comforting.
The thought that you could die tomorrow frees you to appreciate your life now.
...when I was angry at God because I couldn't go to my son, hold him, and comfort him, God's son was holding my son in his lap.
Those we love don't go away, they sit beside us every day.
Death is a great tragedy…a profound loss…I don’t accept it…I think people are kidding themselves when they say they are comfortable with death.
The dying often have the sensation of rising up and floating above their own body while it is surrounded by a medical team, and watching it down below, while feeling comfortable. They experience the feeling of being in a spiritual body that appears to be a sort of living energy field.
One can choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances.
The American Dream has become a death sentence of drudgery, consumerism, and fatalism: a garage sale where the best of the human spirit is bartered away for comfort, obedience and trinkets. It's unequivocally absurd.
Begin to live each day to the fullest, as if it were the only one we had.
Once upon a time we were all born, popped out like jelly rolls forgetting our fishdom, the pleasuring seas, the country of comfort, spanked into the oxygens of death.
The bourgeois treasures nothing more highly than the self.
... And so at the cost of intensity he achieves his own preservation andsecurity. His harvest is a quiet mind which he prefers to being possessed by God, as he prefers comfort to pleasure, convenience to liberty, and a pleasant temperature to that deathly inner consuming fire.
Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower.
He spoke well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
Nurses are there when the last breath is taken and nurses are there when the first breath is taken. Although it is more enjoyable to celebrate the birth, it is just as important to comfort in death.
Americans have an abiding belief in their ability to control reality by purely material means... airline insurance replaces the fear of death with the comforting prospect of cash.