
Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.

Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.

Death does not wait to see if things are done or not done.

Death never takes the wise man by surprise; He is always ready to go.

He who doesn’t fear death dies only once.

Watching a peaceful death of a human being reminds us of a falling star; one of a million lights in a vast sky that flares up for a brief moment only to disappear into the endless night forever.

God pours life into death and death into life without a drop being spilled.

He who is completely sanctified, or cleansed from all sin, and dies in this state, is fit for glory.

Love and death are the two great hinges on which all human sympathies turn.

Some men are alive simply because it is against the law to kill them.

Those who have the strength and the love to sit with a dying patient in the silence that goes beyond words will know that this moment is neither frightening nor painful, but a peaceful cessation of the functioning of the body.