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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
Life is a great sunrise. I do not see why death should not be an even greater one.
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.
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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