When you look at it that way, you can see how absurd it is that we individualize ourselves with our fences and hoarded possessions.

One hundred and ten years from now no one who is here now will be alive.

Everything that gets born dies.

Sometimes you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel.

After you have wept and grieved for your physical losses, cherish the functions and the life you have left.

Everyone knows they're going to die, but nobody believes it.

Dying is only one thing to be sad over... Living unhappily is something else.