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.
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.
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.
There are only three events in a man's life; birth, life, and death; he is not conscious of being born, he dies in pain, and he forgets to live.
Life is a great sunrise. I do not see why death should not be an even greater one.
Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.
I offer neither pay, nor quarters, nor food; I offer only hunger, thirst, forced marches, battles and death. Let him who loves his country with his heart, and not merely with his lips, follow me.
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