People fear death even more than pain. It's strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend.

There's nothing like love or incumbent death to make you realize how many things you still want to do.

Why, even Death stands still and waits an hour for such a will.

Life and death; there is no bridge between the two; they are stuck to each other! Death is only a step away from us, no more, only one step!

Thus I draw from the absurd three consequences, which are my revolt, my freedom, and my passion. By the mere activity of consciousness I transform into a rule of life what was an invitation to death -...

There is neither a Heaven nor a Hell. Life after Death is an oxymoron. Life is just another word for existence, and Death is just another word for non - existence.

Dad? Jesus asked. Yes, son? God asked. Why are people so scared of dying? Jesus asked. Because they believe that they only get one life and then they die, God said. But dad, nothing ever dies, Jesus...

Death is a state of mind - many people on Earth spend their entire lives dead.

When we understand the illusory nature of life and the profound power of eternal love, which enables us to create miracles and experience the presence of our deceased loved ones, we find ourselves...

The dead to the grave, the living to the loaf.

We feel most alive when we are closest to death.

The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.

In death, they all looked the same. This morning they spoke, they breathed, they kissed their loved ones good-bye. And now they lay dead. Gone forever.

The tired sunsets and the tired people - it takes a lifetime to die an

Death is neither there nor here, it rises on every path. It is in you and in me as soon as we betray life

Maybe this is how I'll go, in a fit of laughter, what could be better, laughing and crying, laughing and singing, laughing so as to forget that I am alone, that it is the end of my life, that death is...

There are doors, after all, between the living and the dead, and they swing in both directions.

And in some of the houses, people were getting old and sick and were dying, leaving others to grieve. It was happening all the time, unnoticed, and it was the thing that really mattered. What really...

At the end of life, parent and kinsman are as a blind man set to look after a burning lamp.

In the grueling light that passed for day...

There is no book and your fathers are dead in the ground.

in that cold autistic dark.

Perhaps that is why we love life so much, Anjin-san. You see, we have to. Death is part of our air and see and earth.

Fair... You'd be amazed how often I hear that word, Frank Zhang,and how meaningless it is. Is it fair your life will burn so short and bright? Was it fair when I guided your mother to the Underworld?...

That's what it means to die, to not be able to stop looking at whatever's in front of you. Some darn thing placed directly there, with nothing you can do about it...

If you learn how to die, you will learn how to live.