Death
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Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.
It is not death that a man should fear, but he should fear never beginning to live.
The first moments of sleep are an image of death; a hazy torpor grips our thoughts and it becomes impossible for us to determine the exact instant when the 'I,' under another form, continues the task of existence.
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.
Live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart.
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.
Surely martyrs, irrespective of the special phase of the divine idea for which they gladly give up their bodies to torture and to death, are the truest heroes of history.
Regard your soldiers as your children, and they will follow you into the deepest valleys; look on them as your own beloved sons, and they will stand by you even unto death.
Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.
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.
There is no lonelier man in death, except the suicide, than that man who has lived many years with a good wife and then outlived her. If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.
Being an old maid is like death by drowning, a really delightful sensation after you cease to struggle.
A tragedy need not have blood and death; it's enough that it all be filled with that majestic sadness that is the pleasure of tragedy.
It is not tolerable, it is not possible, that from so much death, so much sacrifice and ruin, so much heroism, a greater and better humanity shall not emerge.
Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.
Goodbye, friends. I never thought I'd die like this. But I always really, really hoped.
Life is a banquet, and most poor suckers are starving to death!
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