Death
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Death may be the greatest of all human blessings.
If people should ever start to do only what is necessary millions would die of hunger.
When I look back on all these worries I remember the story of the old man who said on his deathbed that he had had a lot of trouble in his life, most of which had never happened.
Death doesn't really worry me that much, I'm not frightened about it... I just don't want to be there when it happens.
On the plus side, death is one of the few things that can be done just as easily lying down.
Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.
I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death.
When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.
Absolute silence leads to sadness. It is the image of death.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
Death and love are the two wings that bear the good man to heaven.
Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure — these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important.
The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
In this world nothing can be said to be certain, except death and taxes.
Of emotions, of love, of breakup, of love and hate and death and dying, mama, apple pie, and the whole thing. It covers a lot of territory, country music does.
As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so a life well spent brings happy death.
The tragedy of life is in what dies inside a man while he lives — the death of genuine feeling, the death of inspired response, the awareness that makes it possible to feel the pain or the glory of other men in yourself.
The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.
Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
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