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The poor are so common they're invisible, just part of the ambience of this place. I tuck a few soles under them as they sleep and walk off, feeling like a guilty tourist here for thrillseeking in a culture that's trying desperately to survive. Can shamanism help them? I wonder, as I make my way back to the hostel by moonlight.
— Rak Razam, Aya: A Shamanic Odyssey
...what science cannot explain is the psychic effect of this 'mother of all plants,' the sense of the numinous and the spiritual world it reportedly opens up. Those who drink say that each ayahuasca journey is unique. They say that the spirit of the vine comes alive, it guides and teaches, and on the other side nothing is ever the same. Or so they say.
— Rak Razam, Aya: A Shamanic Odyssey
Outside, milling under the ubiquitous gaze of security cameras, are bright splashes of colorful souls wearing crystals, beads, and Native American Indian paraphernalia; middle-aged academics with "Erowid" drug website t-shirts; and passengers that give you that odd conspiratorial smile that says, "yes, we are here for the conference." And here we are chowing down on McDonalds and donut King, getting our last hits of civilization before hitting the jungle city of Iquitos and shamanic boot camp. It feels like some whacked-out reality TV show, a generational snapshot of a new psychedelic wave just before it breaks. Bright-eyed Westerners about to die and be reborn in the humid jungles of Peru, drinking the hallucinogenic brew ayahuasca...
— Rak Razam, Aya: A Shamanic Odyssey
I mightn't be a shaman in the indigenous sense, but as a world-bridger between Western culture and the indigenous world, I knew I was playing a shamanistic role. Language was my medicine and with it I would do my best to record my awakening and help heal with my words... The journey isn't over yet.
— Rak Razam, Aya: A Shamanic Odyssey
Translation is that which transforms everything so that nothing changes.
— Günter Grass
When something goes wrong, what's the best course of action? To change your direction. The word repentance means to stop going one direction (your own way) and turn toward the right direction (God's way). Your past may be a part of who you are, but it certainly doesn't have to define your future. Or if you feel stuck and unable to change directions and move toward God, think of this transformation another way. The Bible says that God is the Potter and we are his clay (Jer. 18:2-6).
— Craig Groeschel, Altar Ego: Becoming Who God Says You Are
If we unite, we can surmount any mountain and make things happen for the betterment of all.
— Ifeanyi Enoch Onuoha, Leadership Torch
Martin Luther arrived at his earthshaking conclusions imbued with biblical exposition. As a professor, he taught the book of Psalms verse by verse from 1513 to 1515, Romans from 1515 to 1516, Galatians from 1516 until 1517, the book of Hebrews from 1517 to 1518 and then the Psalms again from 1519 until 1521.
— Reformation Thought
Beauty is transformed over time, and not without destruction.
— Terry Tempest Williams, When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on Voice
A single change can sometimes change your entire life
— Rahul Rampal
Time flies when you grow fangs and fur.
— Dianna Hardy, Cry Of The Wolf
For the ethical, political activism was seductive because it seemed to offer the possibility that one could improve society, make things better, without going through the personal ordeal of rearranging one's perceptions and transforming one's self. For the unconscionable, political reactivism was seductive because it seemed to protect one's holdings and legitimize one's greed. But both sides were gazing through a kerchief of illusion.
— Tom Robbins, Skinny Legs and All
In a world of change and decay not even the man of faith can be completely happy. Instinctively he seeks the unchanging and is bereaved at the passing of dear familiar things. Yet much as we may deplore the lack of stability in all earthly things, in a fallen world such as this the very ability to change is a golden treasure, a gift from God of such fabulous worth as to call for constant thanksgiving. For human beings the whole possibility of redemption lies in their ability to change. To move across from one sort of person to another is the essence of repentance; the liar becomes truthful, the thief honest, the lewd pure, the proud humble. The whole moral texture of the life is altered. The thoughts, the desires, the affections are transformed, and the man is no longer what he had been before.
— A.W. Tozer
A work is never completed except by some accident such as weariness, satisfaction, the need to deliver, or death: for, in relation to who or what is making it, it can only be one stage in a series of inner transformations.
— Paul Valéry
The fire of my tribulations had not simply been pain to be endured. It had been an agent of transformation. After all that I'd been through, I'd changed. Not for the worse, I was pretty sure--at least not yet. But only a moron or a freaking lunatic could have faced the things I had and remained unfazed by them.
— Jim Butcher, Cold Days
Lasting change cannot occur without transformation of the heart.
— Nathan W. Morris
Transformation can come in the mysterious guise of shape-shifting, or through a simple change of mind
— C.R. Strahan, Watercolor
transformation begins with the individual” Dr William Edwards DemingThe New Economics - 1993
— Priyavrat Thareja
The Constitution itself, the DNA of the country, can be altered by the collective will of the people, making America a self-evolving and self-writing program.
— Bryant McGill, Voice of Reason
Did you ever stop to consider that God made us to remake us? He created us so we would seek Him and be transformed by Him.
— Dillon Burroughs, Hunger No More: A 1-Year Devotional Journey Through the Psalms
From generation to generation, America should never be the same country.
— Bryant McGill, Voice of Reason
The writing in itself is transformative for me.
— Sophia Rose, Liquid Me: Poetry and Prose
To succeed in this day and age, all you need to be ahead of the pack is to be informed, and turn the information into transformation for your betterment and that of others.
— Ifeanyi Enoch Onuoha
I believe the greatest pleasure in writing is in the progressive artistry of it. Each project is an attempt to do better than before - to produce a worthy work of art - something having meaning not only for the writer but also for those who may share the experience of it later. I treasure the hope of producing something that will make a difference in the world - some kind of positive change.
— Linda Jo Martin
If isolation is the furnace of transformation, I could be ashes by now.
— stephen christian, The Orphaned Anything's: Memoir of a Lesser Known
An eternity of wisdom and life lies waiting for discovery by those who are willing to embark on the mystical adventure. All of our resources are within us. All we need is our heart, our mind and the will to be something better than we are.
— Kim Chestney, The Psychic Workshop: A Complete Program for Fulfilling Your Spiritual Potential
Don't be afraid to take a big step if one is indicated. You can't cross a chasm in two small jumps.
— David Lloyd George
When I was your age I knew nothing about the world or my place in it. I figured I'd be someone's wife, then someone's mother. It never occurred to me to be someone myself.
— Wendy Mass, Every Soul a Star
You have to let go of who you were to allow yourself to become who you are.
— Stacy London
While you are so busy trying to make yourself humble,many are persistently and quietly promoting themselves.
— Toba Beta, Master of Stupidity
Every problem has a goal
— Santosh Avvannavar
“A goal without a plan is just a wish.”
— Larry Elder
An unrecorded goal is only a wish.
— Paul R. Timm
Keep moving. Have a goal, One day you will arrive at a place that is better than the place where you were, even if it is only in your head.
— Linda Bloodworth Thomason, Liberating Paris
You can't achieve anything deeply satisfying without a drawn-out process leading up to it- and yet process demands a goal. You can't love one without at least appreciating the other.
— Chris Guillebeau, The Happiness of Pursuit: Finding the Quest That Will Bring Purpose to Your Life
Learn your topic through self-study through scrupulous analysis and learn about your goal
— Sunday Adelaja
We can compare a life without a goal to an equestrian on an obstinate horse: much movement but little headway
— Sunday Adelaja
When we speak, dress, and think like others, we live with the goal of achieving the approval they have
— Sunday Adelaja
Your minute is your hour is your day is your week is your month is your year. If you want to make this year better, make each minute better.
— Saji Ijiyemi
The greatest goal is to be a God-carrier in your sphere of life
— Sunday Adelaja
To Be Trained Is To Accomplish The Discovered Goal
— Sunday Adelaja
An organization has worth when its movement has a tangible goal
— Sunday Adelaja
He did everything to-get-her but together was never his goal.
— Sanjo Jendayi
Just follow your bliss, that's all you have to do. Be willing to be disappointed, for if you risk nothing, you'll have nothing worth having.
— Kate McGahan
You are person with a goal
— Sunday Adelaja
The devil is ready to do anything for us not to attain our goal
— Sunday Adelaja
A path is scattered with billions money and I'm walking towards the path, I don't know what is right and what is wrong, I know only one thing and that is to achieve my goal.
— Tanmaya Guru
Goal..., let's see this year how far I can reach... and the year which is comming it will be a number above the goal number.
— Deyth Banger
If you don’t have a goal and don’t know where you want to be and when you want be there. You are just drifting around. (You’ll never get anywhere)
— Ahmed Ali Anjum
We must walk consciously only part way toward our goal, and then leap in the dark to our success.
— Henry David Thoreau
To win you have to score one more goal than your opponent.
— Johan Cruijff
Start where you are, use what you have, do what you can.
— Moosa Rahat
Be optimistic. Surely, you will reach your goals by the grace of God.
— Moosa Rahat
When you start something you cannot give yourself a time-frame for success. You can't say: if it doesn't work out in six-months I will give up. Your only task is to keep doing whatever it takes to achieve the goal.
— G.R. Gopinath, Simply Fly
This year my goal will be to learn new vocabulary in English and to read as much as possible books.
— Deyth Banger
If It's not difficult to get, then it's not for you.
— Muktinath Vishwakarma
But man is a frivolous and incongruous creature, and perhaps, like a chess player, loves the process of the game, not the end of it. And who knows (there is no saying with certainty), perhaps the only goal on earth to which mankind is striving lies in this incessant process of attaining, in other words, in life itself, and not in the thing to be attained, which must always be expressed as a formula, as positive as twice two makes four, and such positiveness is not life, gentlemen, but is the beginning of death. Anyway, man has always been afraid of this mathematical certainty, and I am afraid of it now. Granted that man does nothing but seek that mathematical certainty, he traverses oceans, sacrifices his life in the quest, but to succeed, really to find it, dreads, I assure you. He feels that when he has found it there will be nothing for him to look for. When workmen have finished their work they do at least receive their pay, they go to the tavern, then they are taken to the police-station–and there is occupation for a week. But where can man go? Anyway, one can observe a certain awkwardness about him when he has attained such objects. He loves the process of attaining, but does not quite like to have attained, and that, of course, is very absurd. In fact, man is a comical creature; there seems to be a kind of jest in it all. But yet mathematical certainty is after all, something insufferable. Twice two makes four seems to me simply a piece of insolence. Twice two makes four is a pert coxcomb who stands with arms akimbo barring your path and spitting. I admit that twice two makes four is an excellent thing, but if we are to give everything its due, twice two makes five is sometimes a very charming thing too.
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground, White Nights, The Dream of a Ridiculous Man, and Selections from The House of the Dead
A life without goal is a ship without rudder!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
Now that I am past picking the knife to stab one, the reward of stabbing a few more comes at an unfairly lower risk!
— Pawan Mishra, Coinman: An Untold Conspiracy
There is a light at the end of the tunnel, but it begins with you. You have the power to take the first step toward a better future.
— Dave Shepp
Your career is your business.
— Auliq Ice
Another very important aspect of the Protestant teachings is that money is simply a by-product, a natural consequence, a compensation, it is never the goal.
— Sunday Adelaja
Having begun, constantly move forward toward your goal, and you will definitely attain your goal.
— Sunday Adelaja
The main goal of organizing people is to make them laborers.
— Sunday Adelaja
A mark.... is left when you complete your internal quest when you leave........
— Anonymous
Life is so much more about the experience than the destination. One will waste their life if they are waiting to reach a goal to celebrate. Still, it happens all the time.
— Suzette R. Hinton
Our goal of all goals and ultimate purpose of life is happiness.
— Debasish Mridha
Happiness is the goal of all goals and ultimate purpose of our life.
— Debasish Mridha
In anything you set out to do, don't try your best. Do your best.
— Ogwo David Emenike
Motivation Push us out the door towards our goal.
— Kishore Bansal
What other goal could there be, then finding one's self within God and God within one's very Self? For as we know God, we also are known.
— Vivian Amis, I Am: The Key to Manifesting
None of us can help where we were scattered, Blue. But none of us has to remain where we were scattered.
— Amy Harmon, A Different Blue
Dream big, I dreamt of being taller when I was a kid, reinforced with flashbacks everyday I exercised diligently and to my surprise, I am still 5 feet tall.
— Pushpa Rana, Just the Way I Feel
It’s great to spend time at a networking event with someone you know and like. But that’s not what you’re there for. Your goal is to expand your network by meeting new people.
— Beth Ramsay, #Networking is people looking for people looking for people
It felt like one of those movies where a bunch of misfits, each gifted in his own way - one in explosives, another in disguise, another in forgery or karate- are thrown together to achieve a dangerous mission.
— Philip Delves Broughton, What They Teach You at Harvard Business School: My Two Years Inside the Cauldron of Capitalism
It is common to seek perfection, but it is stupid to believe that you will ever reach it.
— Vitali Zverev
Life is sometimes like knockout football; if you have no goal, invite penalty!
— Abhijit Kar Gupta
Losers have goals. Winners have systems.
— Scott Adams
Your ultimate goal for marriage is that both of you—as husband and wife—commit to keep growing spiritually.
— Elizabeth George, A Couple After God's Own Heart: Building a Lasting, Loving Marriage Together
All the variety of species of life created be,By combination of three basic material energy;- 45 -These Guna modus operandi of material energy,They are called tamo, rajo and sattva clearly;- 46 -Tamo-guna associated with inertia, ignorance be,The rajo-guna associated with passion, activity;- 47 -Sattva-guna associated with goodness, harmony,And all three of them associated with thinking truly.- 48 -
— Munindra Misra, Goals of Life
Moksha – the liberation form, the web of maya be,Freedom from the cycles of birth and death clearly;- 33 -
— Munindra Misra, Goals of Life
The best posture you can adopt when pursuing your goals is neither to stand nor sit. The best position is to STANDOUT! Everyone may be sitting; but don't sit! Many people may be standing; but don't just stand. When you stand, be outstanding!
— Israelmore Ayivor, The Great Hand Book of Quotes
Make a wish with all your heart and chase every dream you have. Only you can reach your goals. No one else can achieve them for you
— Demi Lovato, Staying Strong: 365 Days a Year
An great building will never stand if you neglect the small bricks.
— Ifeanyi Enoch Onuoha
The problem is that without an understanding for their meaning and purpose, most relationships quickly become little more than vehicles for the pursuit of selfish and individual goals. Disagreements then become a battle between conflicting interests, rather than a search for a mutually satisfying resolution.
— Matthew Kelly, The Seven Levels of Intimacy: The Art of Loving and the Joy of Being Loved
The ultimate goal of a meteorologist is to set up differential equations of the movements of the air and to obtain, as their integral, the general atmospheric circulation, and as particular integrals the cyclones, anticyclones, tornados, and thunderstorms.
— Andrija Maurović
It becomes the urgent duty of mathematicians, therefore, to meditate about the essence of mathematics, its motivations and goals and the ideas that must bind divergent interests together.
— Richard Courant
Their goal was in sight. They had a Titan with a very loud kitten on their side. That had to count for something.
— Rick Riordan
Nothing made sense. Every decision felt wrong. Every direction I looked led down a path I was unaware about. For years I have worked toward one goal, stayed focused on one place I wanted to get. But now that goal felt like it wasn't quite right.
— Nichole Chase, Suddenly Royal
The hardest part of any important task is getting started on it in the first place. Once you actually begin work on a valuable task, you seem to be naturally motivated to continue.
— Brian Tracy, Eat That Frog!: 21 Great Ways to Stop Procrastinating and Get More Done in Less Time
...I understand that at times, life takes us in different directions than we planned.
— Nichole Chase, Suddenly Royal
According to Google statistics, people search the word "money" four times as often as the word "goal". This creates a word: "frustration".
— Tim Fargo, Alphabet Success - Keeping it Simple
I tried to establish order over the chaos of my imagination, but this essence, the same that presented itself to me still hazily when I was a child, has always struck me as the very heart of truth. It is our duty to set ourselves an end beyond our individual concerns, beyond our convenient, agreeable habits, higher than our own selves, and disdaining laughter, hunger, even death, to toil night and day to attain that end. No, not to attain it. The self-respecting soul, as soon as he reaches his goal, places it still further away. Not to attain it, but never to halt in the ascent. Only thus does life acquire nobility and oneness.
— Nikos Kazantzakis, Report to Greco
Of what need is teamwork without a common goal?
— Ogwo David Emenike
Science is not, as so many seem to think, something apart, which has to do with telescopes, retorts, and test-tubes, and especially with nasty smells, but it is a way of searching out by observation, trial and classification; whether the phenomena investigated be the outcome of human activities, or of the more direct workings of nature's laws. Its methods admit of nothing untidy or slip-shod; its keynote is accuracy and its goal is truth.
— Archibald E. Garrod
I believe that this Nation should commit itself to achieving the goal, before this decade is out, of landing a man on the moon and returning him safely to earth.
— John F. Kennedy
All I want to tell young people is that you're not going to be anything in life unless you learn to commit to a goal. You have to reach deep within yourself to see if you are willing to make the sacrifices.
— Louis Zamperini, Devil at My Heels
When we want something, we have to have a clear purpose in mind for the thing that we want. The only reason for seeking a reward is to know what to do with that reward
— Paulo Coelho, The Pilgrimage
The pursuit of truth is not important. The pursuit of that truth is important which helps you in reaching your goal that is provided you have one.
— Ayn Rand, The Romantic Manifesto
People have their purposes and reasons, I just wish I found mine.
— Anthony Liccione
Nothing is free even in Freetown. You must pay a price to get a prize.
— Ifeanyi Enoch Onuoha
If you can’t believe then you can’t achieve and belief is intrinsic to every human
—  so what are you waiting for? Go ahead and get what you believe to achieve.
Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there. It doesn't matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime.
— Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
We just did an awesome job of not dying.
— John Green, Let It Snow: Three Holiday Romances
I don't really care. I shouldn't have to care. I shouldn't have to work this hard. I realize now that dying is easy. Living is hard.
— Gayle Forman, If I Stay
When you stop growing you start dying.
— William S. Burroughs, Junky
That's the good part of dying; when you've nothing to lose, you run any risk you want.
— Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
DON'T YOU DARE DIE ON ME, JEZEBEL! DON'T YOU DARE! Or I'll follow you to the next world and KILL you.
— L.J. Smith, Huntress
Naruto: I bet you're dying to know my name!Gaara: I couldn't care less.
— Masashi Kishimoto
I have offended God and mankind because my work didn't reach the quality it should have.
— Leonardo da Vinci
Everybody will die, but very few people want to be reminded of that fact.
— Lemony Snicket, The Austere Academy
if they hadn’t both been pretending, but had had what is called a heart-to-heart talk, that is, simply told each other just what they were thinking and feeling, then they would just have looked into each other’s eyes, and Constantine would only have said: ‘You’re dying, dying, dying!’ – while Nicholas would simply have replied: ‘I know I’m dying, but I’m afraid, afraid, afraid!’ That’s all they would have said if they’d been talking straight from the heart. But it was impossible to live that way, so Levin tried to do what he’d been trying to do all his life without being able to, what a great many people could do so well, as he observed, and without which life was impossible: he tried to say something different from what he thought, and he always felt it came out false, that his brother caught him out and was irritated by it.
— Leo Tolstoy
How ironic, she thought, as she fell to her certain death, that at that moment she would have given anything to be a giant goose again.
— Michael Buckley, The Everafter War
Listen to me, Jez. There's no reason for you to die-"Wood...poison."No it isn't! Not to humans. And you're half human. You're vampire enough to survie something that would kill a human, but you're human enough not to be poisoned by wood.
— L.J. Smith
Death is a long process," Archer says. "Your body is just the first part of you that croaks." Meaning: Beyond that, your dreams have to die. Then your expectations. And your anger about investing a lifetime in learning shit and loving people and earning money, only to have all that crap come to basically nothing. Really, your physical body dying is the easy part. Beyond that, your memories must die. And your ego. Your pride and shame and ambition and hope, all that Personal Identity Crap can take centuries to expire.
— Chuck Palahniuk, Damned
Death straps me to the hospital bed, claws its way onto my chest and sits there.I didn't know it would hurt this much. I didn't know that everything good that's ever happened in my life would be emptied out by it.
— Jenny Downham, Before I Die
It's taken years for me to understand that dying doesn't end the story; it transforms it. Edits, rewrites, the blur, aand epiphany of one-way dialogue. Most of us wander in and out of one another's lives until not death, but distance, does us part-- time and space and heart's weariness are the blander executioners or human connection.
— Gail Caldwell, Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship
I always had understood that dying of love was mere poetic license.
— Gabriel García Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores
Here, when I say I never want to be without you,somewhere else I am sayingI never want to be without you again. And when I touch youin each of the places we meet,in all of the lives we are, it's with hands that are dyingand resurrected.When I don't touch you it's a mistake in any life,in each place and forever
— Bob Hicok
when we finally know we are dying, and all other sentient beings are dying with us, we start to have a burning, almost heartbreaking sense of the fragility and preciousness of each moment and each being, and from this can grow a deep, clear, limitless compassion for all beings.
— Sogyal Rinpoche
And all the winds go sighing, For sweet things dying
— Christina Rossetti
Yeah.You got me through
— Alyxandra Harvey, My Love Lies Bleeding
Silver’s sweet and gold’s our mother, but once you’re dead they’re worth less than that last shit you take as you lie dying.
— George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons
Everything is about them, not the dying boys and girls in the arena.
— Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games
i love walking in the rain because no one knows im dying
— Christopher Myers
The purpose of life is to familiarize oneself with this after-death body so that the act of dying will not create confusion in the psyche.
— Terence McKenna
If it had been a heart attack, the new
— Nick Flynn
How ironic it would be, to die at his hands while trying to save him, when he first came to me because he was trying to save me.
— Beth Revis, The Body Electric
He's lost his colour very far from here,Poured it down shell-holes till the veins ran dry
— Wilfred Owen, The War Poems
Why did it take the threat of dying to truly notice how exquisite a sunrise or sunset could be?
— Suzanne Woods Fisher, The Keeper: A Novel
I don't think you're dying," I said. "I think you've just got a touch of cancer.He smiled. Gallows humor.
— John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
I think that dying is the easy part of life; for in waking each day and living in every moment, therein lies the challenge
— Jeremy Aldana
I have never fully unbosomed myself to any human being; I have never been encouraged to trust much in the sympathy of my fellow men. But we have all a chance of meeting with some pity, some tenderness, some charity, when we are dead: it is the living only who cannot be forgiven - the living only from whom men's indulgence and reverence are held off, like the rain by the hard east wind. While the heart beats, bruise it - it is your only opportunity; while the eye can still turn towards you with moist, timid entreaty, freeze it with an icy unanswering gaze; while the ear, that delicate messenger to the inmost sanctuary of the soul, can still take in the tones of kindness, put it off with hard civility, or sneering compliment, or envious affectation of indifference; while the creative brain can still throb with the sense of injustice, with the yearning for brotherly recognition - make haste - oppress it with your ill-considered judgements, your trivial comparisons, your careless misrepresentations. The heart will by and by be still - ubi saeoa indignatio ulterius cor lacerate nequit; the eye will cease to entreat; the ear will be deaf; the brain will have ceased from all wants as well as from all work. Then your charitable speeches may find vent; then you may remember and pity the toil and the struggle and the failure; then you may give due honour to the work achieved; then you may find extenuation for errors, and may consent to bury them ("The Lifted Veil")
— George Eliot, The Lifted Veil
Writing about the indignities of old age: the daunting stairway to the restaurant restroom, the benefits of a wheelchair in airports and its disadvantages at cocktail parties, giving the user what he described as a child's-eye view of the party and a crotch-level view of the guests.Dying is a matter of slapstick and pratfalls. The aging process is not gradual or gentle. It rushes up, pushes you over and runs off laughing. No one should grow old who isn't ready to appear ridiculous.
— John Mortimer, The Summer of a Dormouse
A sematary," I say. "A what?" Viola says, looking round at all the square stones marking out their graves. Must be a hundred, maybe two, in orderly rows and well-kept grass. Settler life is hard and it's short and lotsa New World people have lost the battle."It's a place for burying dead folk," 
— Patrick Ness, The Knife of Never Letting Go
Dying is a dull, dreary affair. my advice is that you have nothing whatever to with it.
— W. Somerset Maugham
…and he wasn't reconciled to dying. Dora told him he was going to a better world. "Mebbe, mebbe," says poor Ben, "but I'm sorter used to the imperfections of this one.
— L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Windy Poplars
Ian " she said quietly "I'd rather die than go back to you." "Be careful what you ask for you may get what you want.
— Amanda Stephan, The Price of Trust
There are moments when a rope's end, a pole, the branch of the tree, is life itself, and it is a frightful thing to see a living being lose his hold upon it, and fall like a ripe fruit.
— Victor Hugo
No one goes on, but what we leave behind keeps us alive for someone else.
— Adam Silvera, They Both Die at the End
Apart from being dead its going to be necessary to die. And I'm dealing at the moment with the realization that at my age there is absolutely no way in which I can skirt the matter and come out on the other side.
— Nathaniel Tarn
The cancer set into her bones and whittled her down to nothing. The weariness of the world and the weight in her heart laid her to rest in January.
— Rachel Autumn Deering, Husk
You looked inhuman when you were dying, Doc, your eyes glistened like dimming stars, you were wasting away and life was leaving you piecemeal, your soul no longer fit your body, you hated it and I hated it and I couldn't recognize you and I couldn't see you and I was frightened and I never knew what to do, I looked for the man I love in you and I searched for who I used to be around you and I couldn't find either.
— Rabih Alameddine, The Angel of History
Apart from being dead its going to be necessary to die. And I'm dealing at the moment with the realization that at my age there is absoutely no way in which I can skirt the matter and come out on the other side.
— Nathaniel Tarn
Oh, honey,” she said, her tone echoing Wattie’s. “I’m not sick. I’m only dying.
— Joshilyn Jackson, The Almost Sisters
A human textbook. Study me in my slow and patient demise. Watch what happens to me. Learn with me. Morrie would walk that final bridge between life and death, and narrate the trip.
— Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie
He told his friends that if they really wanted to help him, they would treat him not with sympathy but with visits, phone calls, a sharing of their problems - the way they had always.. because Morrie had always been a wonderful listener.
— Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie
For all that was happening to him, his voice was strong and inviting, and his mind was vibrating with a million thoughts. He was intent on proving that the word 'dying' was not synonymous with 'useless'.
— Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie
Death pulls people from our spaces so often and we accept it as our final payment for having been here and having lived, however big or small. We don’t always have time to notice how things have changed in the absence of some of them. But then death pulls away someone we love, and we find that time. In here, we notice everything; growing grass and fingernails, and songs that end in a minor key. We are too sad to do anything else but watch a clock, applying seconds, minutes, and hours to the trauma and the lacerations. Time, the forever healer, they say. We find the time to wonder how everyone else is moving on, around our paralyzed selves. Ourselves unsure of roads and trees and birds and things. It all blurs and words aren’t words anymore. We find the time to attempt to figure a way to rethink everything we thought about this world and why we came to it.
— Darnell Lamont Walker
Men so sick they are dying of death.
— Sebastian Barry, Days Without End
Dying from an aggressive fatal brain tumor is like dying from Alzheimer's disease accelerated one hundred times.
— Steven Magee
A funny thing happened post-diagnosis. They put him on drugs, things went up and down, but he lived. He lived. It was like a waiting room where they kept not calling your name.
— Garth Risk Hallberg, City on Fire
When humanity dies, what happens to all the people?
— Anthony T. Hincks
Watching a parent die is a terrible task. My father, faced with something he could not talk down or browbeat into submission, spent his days with the bottle, as if he determined to drink himself to death, as if his alcohol could hold back the disease that swept through his brain.
— Yudhanjaya Wijeratne, Numbercaste
I have already lived long enough, Manon had written in late autumn, on an autumn day like today. I have lived and loved, I have had the best of this world. Why cry over the ending? Why cling to what remains? The advantage of dying is that you stop being afraid of it. There is a sense of peacefulness too.
— Nina George, The Little Paris Bookshop
Death is a shadow that always follows the body
— English Proverb
I have never been afraid of dying, I have only been afraid of not living fully.
— Jeffrey Fry
Technological society has forgotten what scholars call the 'dying role' and its importance to people as life approaches its end. People want to share memories, pass on wisdoms and keepsakes, settle relationships, establish their legacies, make peace with God, and ensure that those who are left behind will be okay. They want to end their stories on their own terms. This role is, observers argue, among life's most important, for both the dying and those left behind. And if it is, the way we deny people this role, out of obtuseness and neglect, is cause for everlasting shame. Over and over, we in medicine inflict deep gouges at the end of people's lives and then stand oblivious to the harm done.
— Atul Gawande, Being Mortal: Medicine and What Matters in the End
Whenever serious sickness or injury strikes and your body or mind breaks down, the vital questions are the same: What is your understanding of the situation and its potential outcomes? What are your fears and what are your hopes? What are the trade-offs you are willing to make and not willing to make? And what is the course of action that best serves this understanding?
— Atul Gawande, Being Mortal: Medicine and What Matters in the End
Death of destiny: dust
— Lailah Gifty Akita
The dust was antique spice, burnt maple leaves, a prickling blue that teemed and sifted to earth. Swarming its own shadows, the dust filtered over the tents.
— Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes
When we were in New York, you cried for two days and passed out. You said a word in your sleep, over and over. Akinli.” Elizabeth stared down at the drawing.“At first I thought it was gibberish. And then I thought it was the name of a town or a building. . . . I didn’t figure out it belonged to a person until you made that.” Elizabeth pointed down to the paper, worn from being folded and unfolded who knew how many times.“When Elizabeth came to me, I had to tell her the truth, and we decided to find him. You gave us the name of the town. We went there looking for someone answering to that name, fitting this image.” Miaka smiled ruefully. “Very small town. It wasn’t hard.”Tears pooled in my eyes. “You’ve really seen him?”They both nodded. I thought about all those trips they had taken, making up ridiculous stories so they could get to him without me knowing.“How is he?” I asked, unable to contain my curiosity. “Is he okay? Has he gone back to school? Is he still with Ben and Julie? Is he happy? Could you tell? Is he happy?”The questions tumbled out without me being able to hold them in. I was desperate to know. I felt a single word would put my soul at ease.Elizabeth swallowed hard. “That’s the thing, Kahlen. We’re afraid he’s dying.
— Kiera Cass, The Siren
I cannot explain how two souls join. No man or element or god ever could. But you are tied to each other. Because of that—because of your true, consuming, pure love—you will thrive together . . . or you will perish together.“I don’t understand.” I swallowed, trying to make sense of it all.If he hadn’t heard your voice, he’d be fine. But once he aged, however many years from now that might come, you would have found yourself deteriorating then. Or if you had disobeyed Me so fully that I had to kill you, he’d have died in the same breath. You are tied through your souls. Now, what happens to one body happens to the other. And since your voice has taken hold of him, killing him slowly, you fall down with him. Slower, of course, as you are still Mine. But it will consume you eventually, all the same.
— Kiera Cass, The Siren
Hunter woke suddenly. A noise.It was a noise unlike anything he’d ever heard before. Close! Very close.Like it was on him. Like it was . . .Just in one ear.He twisted his head. It was full night. Black as black in the woods far from the starlight.He couldn’t see anything.But with his hands he could feel. The thing on his shoulder.His ear . . . gone!A terrible fear wrung a cry of horror from Hunter.He couldn’t feel it, his ear, or his shoulder, couldn’t feel with anything but his fingers and he felt, reached beneath his shirt, felt the flesh of his belly pulse and heave.Like something inside him.No, no, no, it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair!He was Hunter. The hunter. He was doing his best.He cried. Tears rolled down his cheeks.Who would bring meat for all the kids?It wasn’t fair.The sound of munching, crunching started again. Just in one ear.Hunter had only one weapon: the heat-causing power in his hands. He had used it many, many times to take the life of prey.He had fed the kids with that power. And in a moment of fear and rage he had accidentally taken the life of his friend, Harry.Maybe he could kill the thing that was eating his ear.But it was too late for that to help.Could he kill himself?He saw Old Lion’s head, eyes closed, hanging where he’d hung him for skinning. If Old Lion could die, so could Hunter.Maybe they would meet again, up in the sky.Hunter pressed both palms against his head.
— Michael  Grant, Plague
It's a messy business, dying,' he said. 'As time goes on there's just less and less of you. It happens quickly for some; for others it can drag on. Starting from birth you keep losing one thing after another: first a finger, than an arm, first a tooth, then a whole set of teeth, first one memory, then all your memory, and so on and so forth, until one day there's nothing left. Then they chuck what's left of you in a hole and shovel it in and that's your lot.
— Robert Seethaler, Ein ganzes Leben
I cannot pretend I am without fear. But my predominant feeling is one of gratitude.
— Oliver Sacks, Gratitude
Embrace death, dance with it a while, and finally fall prey to it.
— Darren Shan, Bec
The cost of living is increasing arithmetically but the cost of "Dying" is increasing exponentially.......
— Ankala V Subbarao
Look, look, we tell each other. It's Tom!He's Mr. Bellamy to his history students. But he's Tom to us. Tom! It's so good to see him. So wonderful to see him. Tom is one of us. Tom went through it all with us. Tom made it through. He was there in the hospital with so many of us, the archangel of St. Vincent's, our healthier version, prodding the doctors and calling over the nurses and holding our hands and holding the hands of our partners, our parents, our little sisters - anyone who had a hand to be held. He had to watch so many of us die, had to say goodbye so many times. Outside of our rooms he would get angry, upset, despairing. But when he was with us, it was like he was powered solely by an engine of grace. Even the people who loved us would hesitate at first to touch us - more from the shock of our diminishment, from the strangeness of how we were both gone and present, not who we were but still who we were. Tom became used to this. First because of Dennis, the way he stayed with Dennis until the very end. He could have left after that, after Dennis was gone. We wouldn't have blamed him. But he stayed. When his friends got sick, he was there. And for those of us he'd never know before - he was always a smile in the room, always a touch on the shoulder, a light flirtation that we needed. The y should have made him a nurse. They should have made him mayor. He lost years of his life to us, although that's not the story he'd tell. He would say he gained. And he'd say he was lucky, because when he came down with it, when his blood turned against him, it was a little later on and the cocktail was starting to work. So he lived. He made it to a different kind of after from the rest of us. It is still an after. Every day if feel to him like an after. But he is here. He is living.A history teacher. An out, outspoken history teacher. The kind of history teacher we never would have had. But this is what losing most of your friends does: It makes you unafraid. Whatever anyone threatens, whatever anyone is offended by, it doesn't matter, because you have already survived much, much worse. In fact, you are still surviving. You survive every single, blessed day.It makes sense for Tom to be here. It wouldn't be the same without him.And it makes sense for him to have taken the hardest shift. The night watch.Mr. Nichol passes him the stopwatch. Tom walks over and says hello to Harry and Craig. He's been watching the feed, but it's even more powerful to see these boys in person. He gestures to them, like a rabbi or a priest offering a benediction."Keep going," he says. "You're doing great."Mrs. Archer, Harry's next-door neighbor, has brought over coffee, and offers Tom a cup. He takes it gratefully.He wants to be wide awake for all of this.Every now and then he looks to the sky.
— David Levithan, Two Boys Kissing
Sometimes the fog in his eyes would clear, that fog caused by the pain and the killers of pain, and when it cleared, I saw regret and fear in those eyes swimming with tears and I was convinced that this was it, this was the end, this was surely the end.
— Tony Parsons, Man and Boy
The truth in death can only be found in the dying itself.
— Matthew Culberson, After Life
Dying is easy, but victory comes hard.
— George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons
At that time, a number of myths were created by the young people of the smoking carriages and forests of hallucinogenic mushrooms, the hungry for the thirst of lysergic acid, who were too tired of the suffering they grew up in and needed to take refuge in dreams. In these children's universe there were unbelievable stories about places in the mountains that women sought to retreat to, places where people were united by music and love for a mutual spiritual growth. For Aunt Jeanine, who had grown up with the image of her father, an amputee due to the war, feeding on such stories was like a haven, one she would later try to turn into her home. And one of those stories, one particular one, stood in her memory until the last stage of her life, when she passed away at eighty-one, burned with fire. (...) At that time, kid, they said that if we searched enough, we would find a place where the world wouldn't end. Men would never know what hell of a place that was, totally unconquerable! A place where the dirty hands of men would never arrive. A place men would never know about . Don't you think I could find it? To have my body disappearing in the woods, as I saw happening to kids in Japan, in that forest that swallows them to its core. Flesh turned to powder, my essence disappearing in the middle of life. They said that, when you die at a place, you'll stay at that place forever. That was why everyone was afraid to go to war. They weren't afraid of dying, kid, they were afraid of dying there.
— Pat R, Os Homens Nunca Saberão Nada Disto
It's not the dying but the manner of it.
— Wilbur Smith, The Leopard Hunts in Darkness
Dead’s not good, but at least it’s simple.
— James S.A. Corey, Cibola Burn
An upturned life is righted in the box.
— Nick John Whittle
What’s it gonna be like, dying? To go to sleep and never, never, never wake up.Well, a lot of things it’s not gonna be like. It’s not going to be like being buried alive. It’s not going to be like being in the darkness forever.I tell you what — it’s going to be as if you never had existed at all. Not only you, but everything else as well. That just there was never anything, there’s no one to regret it — and there’s no problem. Well, think about that for a while — it’s kind of a weird feeling when you really think about it, when you really imagine.[The Book: On the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are ]
— Alan W. Watts
He wanted to show her how to live, even after he was gone.
— Kass Morgan, Homecoming
You take a very handsome guy, or a guy that thinks he's a real hot-shot, and they're always asking you to do them a big favor. Just because they're crazy about themself, they think you're crazy about them, too, and that you're just dying to do them a favor. It's sort of funny, in a way.
— J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
Queenie Hennessy - "I am here to die."Sister Mary Inconnue - "Pardon me but you are here to live until you die. There is a significant difference.
— Rachel Joyce, The Love Song of Miss Queenie Hennessy
Oh build your ship of death, oh build it in time and build it lovingly, and put it between the hands of your soul.
— D.H. Lawrence
Back then everyone was saying: "We're going to die, we're going to die. By the year 2000, there won't be any Belarussians left.
— Svetlana Alexievich, Voices from Chernobyl: The Oral History of a Nuclear Disaster
Dying wasn't so bad, not really. Not when you could go out like this, on a summer's evening with the fireflies winking in the trees. She always thought dying would be a scream into a void, a thrashing, a searing. Not this slow and sleepy drip.
— Megan Shepherd, Slasher Girls & Monster Boys
To die is to be a counterfeit, for he is but the counterfeit of a man who hath not the life of a man; but to counterfeit dying when a man thereby liveth is to be no counterfeit, but the true and perfect image of life indeed.
— William Shakespeare, King Henry IV, Part 1
We may achieve climate, but weather is thrust upon us. Santone, then, cannot be blamed for this cold gray fog that came and kissed the lips of the three thousand, and then delivered them to the cross. That night the tubercles, whose ravages hope holds in check, multiplied. The writhing fingers of the pale mist did not go thence bloodless. Many of the wooers of ozone capitulated with the enemy that night, turning their faces to the wall in that dumb, isolated apathy that so terrifies their watchers. On the red stream of Hemorrhagia a few souls drifted away, leaving behind pathetic heaps, white and chill as the fog itself. Two or three came to view this atmospheric wraith as the ghost of impossible joys, sent to whisper to them of the egregious folly it is to inhale breath into the lungs, only to exhale it again, and these used whatever came handy to their relief, pistols, gas or the beneficent muriate. - A Fog in Santone (1898-1901)
— O. Henry, Short Stories
When the old men kill themselves, the cities are dying.
— Robert Ludlum, The Matlock Paper
The bottom line was that he didn't want to die. As far as he was concerned, death was the problem. The basic human problem. Everyone's problem. He wasn't any different from anyone else, but there was no consolation in that.
— David Guterson, Ed King