“Death is the fate no one can escape. The question, then, is, How does one die? A person can die like a hero or like a coward. The difference is that the hero can face death without fear, whereas the coward can't.” PersonsDoeFacesDeathDiesDifferencesFateHeroCoward Author:Alexander Lowen
“Now death is death! and yet is not one death Another death? Stabbing is not the same As shooting! Would you say a strangled man Was drown'd? The end is one, the means are many, And there the difference lies!” MenMeanEndsDeathLyingDifferencesShootingStabbing Author:Victoria Laurie
“Working-class families in the north of England used to hear the 1611 Bible regularly at church and at home ... for us, the language didn't seem too difficult. I especially liked 'the quick and the dead' - you really get a feel for the difference if you live in a house with mice and a mousetrap.” IfsFeelsHomeSeemsDeathUsedHouseLanguageDifficultDifferencesChurchClassEnglandMiceWorking Class Author:Jeanette Winterson
“I am dead already. Physical death will make no difference in my case. I am timeless being. I am free of desire or fear, because I do not remember the past or imagine the future. Where there are no names and shapes, how can there be desire and fear? With desirelessness comes timelessness. I am safe, because what is not, cannot touch what is. You feel unsafe, because you imagine danger. Of course, your body as such is complex and vulnerable and needs protection. But not you. Once you realize your own unassailable being, you will be at peace.” NeedsFeelsBodyPastRememberDeathDesireCoursesNamesFearPeaceRealizingDifferencesCasesImagineDangerFutureShapesSafeComplexesProtectionYour BodyVulnerableTimelessTimelessnessUnsafeRemembering The Past Author:Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj
“every death diminishes us, but those that leave differences unresolved and things unsaid are the most painful of all.” DeathDifferencesPainfulDiminishUnsaid Book:The Shape of Dread Source: The Shape of Dread
“Death is the twin of love and mother of us all, she struggles equally for men and women and never accepts differences of caste or class. It's death that quickens us and brings us forth on sheets of love, clasped between sleep and wakefulness and barely breathing for a spell, and thus my death shall be like everybody else's death, as majestic and as pathetic as a king or a beggar's, neither more nor less.” MenDeathMotherDifferencesSleepAcceptingClassStruggleKingsMen And WomenBreathingSpellsTwinsSheetsPatheticBeggarMajesticCastes Book:Sweet Diamond Dust: And Other Stories Source: Sweet Diamond Dust: And Other Stories