There's really no such thing as the agony of dying. I'm quite sure that pain is shut off at the moment of death. You see something happens when the body knows it's about to go. Peptide hormones are released by cells in the hypothalamus and pituitary gland. Endorphins. They attach themselves to the cells responsible for feeling pain.

The death of Pope John Paul II led many of different faiths and of no faith to acknowledge their debt to the Roman Catholic Church for holding on to absolutes that the rest of us can measure ourselves against.

Death is really a great blessing for humanity without it there could be no real progress. People who lived for ever would not only hamper and discourage the young but they would themselves lack sufficient stimulus to be creative.

We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the moment of waking from a troubled dream it may be so the moment after death.

Because I could not stop for death He kindly stopped for me The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.

It is not the end of the physical body that should worry us. Rather our concern must be to live while we're alive - to release our inner selves from the spiritual death that comes with living behind a facade designed to conform to external definitions of who and what we are.

Ordinary people seem not to realize that those who really apply themselves in the right way to philosophy are directly and of their own accord preparing themselves for dying and death.

We are dying from overthinking. We are slowly killing ourselves by thinking about everything. Think. Think. Think. You can never trust the human mind anyway. It's a death trap.

Millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.

Yeah I think everybody has the crises of questioning themselves at some point or other in their lives. Is this where I should live? The job I should have? The girl I should be dating? Is this the friend I should have?

My dad came from Cuba when he was a teenager not speaking English. And I grew up here speaking Spanglish. That's the world in which I grew up and that's a world in which a lot of second generation immigrants find themselves.

My parents were involved in everything I did. They were showbiz people themselves. My dad was an actor. They were parents they did what parents are supposed to do.

We all have experiences in our lives that change us and we all learn from people like my dad but at the end of the day it's only us. And we're only responsible to make ourselves happy.

But there's no substitute for a full-time dad. Dads who are fully engaged with their kids overwhelmingly tend to produce children who believe in themselves and live full lives.

To him that waits all things reveal themselves provided that he has the courage not to deny in the darkness what he has seen in the light.

I pray they will carry on in spite of that dreadful monster prejudice and with patience courage fortitude and perseverance achieve success for themselves.

With courage and character American soldiers continue to put themselves on the line to defend our freedom and so many have paid the ultimate sacrifice.

We are biological creatures. We are born we live we die. There is no transcendent purpose to existence. At best we are creatures of reason and by using reason we can cure ourselves of emotional excess. Purged of both hope and fear we find courage in the face of helplessness insignificance and uncertainty.

I always disliked dogs those protectors of cowards who lack the courage to fight an assailant themselves.

It takes a lot of courage to face up to things you can't do because we feed ourselves so much denial.

If we bring not the good courage of minds covetous of truth and truth only prepared to hear all things and decide upon all things according to evidence we should do more wisely to sit down contented in ignorance than to bestir ourselves only to reap disappointment.

We need to find the courage to say no to the things and people that are not serving us if we want to rediscover ourselves and live our lives with authenticity.

When I was in high school my friends and I would drive out into the country to abandoned houses and structures... haha... to ghost hunt. We would scare each other so bad! We would sometimes camp out by the abandoned buildings just to scare ourselves! Such good times. The adrenaline of real fear is so cool!

We do this basically for ourselves. People appreciate it which is cool but I think they appreciate that we're doing it for ourselves. We're doing it our way and how people like it is not up to us. We like it.