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.
How strange this fear of death is! We are never frightened at a sunset.
Our life dreams the Utopia. Our death achieves the Ideal.
I think we should look forward to death more than we do. Of course everybody hates to go to bed or miss anything but dying is really the only chance we'll get to rest.
Oh death you can wait keep your distance.
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!
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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.
And the only thing I knew how to do was to hold on as tightly as possible and count every single second until I reached the last one. The one I dreaded most. Sudden, violent, final. The end.
Two birds went for dating. The male bird was killed and the female bird is being murdered.
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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.
Earth is the home of the living, not the dead.
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
They're not scary when they're ready to go to heaven, are they?
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...
You just don't expect to meet dead people.
Fairness, he said, 'does not govern life and death. If it did, no good person would ever die young.
There are doors, after all, between the living and the dead, and they swing in both directions.
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