Death is really the mystery of life, isn’t it? If you ask, “What happens when we die? Why do we die?” you are asking, “Why do we live?”

the mystery of life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced.

the eternal mystery of death as well as paradise....

The mystery of life is not a problem to be solved but a reality to be experienced.

The truth of the matter is that death is a mystery to me. I have no opinion on the subject.

Nothing is more creative than death, since it is the whole secret of life. It means that the past must be abandoned, that the unknown cannot be avoided, that “I” cannot continue, and that nothing can be ultimately fixed. When a man knows this, he lives for the first time in his life. By holding his breath, he loses it. By letting go he finds it.

Death is a mirror which reflects the vain gesticulations of the living. The whole motley confusion of acts, occasions, regrets and hopes which is the life of each one of us finds in death, not meaning or explanation, but an end.

Death is a mystery, and burial is a secret.

It is the great mystery of life itself which is at the bottom of all the mysterious language we are obliged to employ concerning it.

Death is the unknown in which all of us lived before birth.

Life is a mystery as deep as ever death can be;
Yet oh, how dear it is to us, this life we live and see!

Whatever may be the mysteries of life and death, there is one mystery which the cross of Christ reveals to us, and that is the infinite and absolute goodness of God. Let all the rest remain a mystery so long as the mystery of the cross of Christ gives us faith for all the rest.

Life is not a problem to be solved, it is a mystery to be lived.

Life is a Mystery, not a problem waiting to be solved.