We all die. The goal isn’t to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.
To forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time.
The only good human being is a dead one.
The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.
Some men never die and some men never live but we’re all alive tonight.
Since we’re all going to die, it’s obvious that when and how don’t matter.
She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.
Life is not a paragraph, and death is no parenthesis.
It’s necessary to have wished for death in order to know how good it is to live.
It is said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. That is true, it’s called Life.
In the midst of life, we are in death.
If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn’t be filled?