It is a sign of creeping inner death when we can no longer praise the living.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Because of its tremendous solemnity death is the light in which great passions, both good and bad, become transparent, no longer limited by outward appearences.
The thing is to appreciate the fragile wonder of it all, down to the last breath, down to the dying embers of consciousness.
Death is a release from the impressions of the senses, and from desires that make us their puppets, and from the vagaries of the mind, and from the hard service of the flesh.
Most of us harbour a significant amount of subconscious fear about death, and act out of this fear in our daily lives.
When we look on the roses and gaiety of youth, the mournful idea of mortality is altogether alien to our thoughts. We have heard of it as a speculation and a tale, but nothing but experience can bring it home to us.
It is not because other people are dead that our affection for them grows faint, it is because we ourselves are dying.
It's a weird feeling when you know you're going to die.
Death is a companion for all of us, whether we acknowledge it or not, whether we're aware of it or not, and it's not necessarily a terrible thing.
Among the many signs of a lively faith and hope we have in eternal life, one of the surest is not being overly sad at the death of those whom we dearly love in our Lord.
It is not death, it is dying that alarms me.