Love doesn’t die; the men and women do.
Life was to these a dream fulfilled, And death a starry night.
Life does not cease to be funny when people die any more than it ceases to be serious when people laugh.
Let us be on our guard against saying that death is contrary to life. The living being is only a species of dead being, and a very rare species.
It’s only the good die young.
It’s only in drugs or death we’ll see anything new, and death is just too controlling.
It was almost worth dying to know all the trouble he’d made.
It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure to the world.
It matters little that you suffer, so long as you feel alive with a sense of the close bond that connects all living things, so long as love does not die!
It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.
It is only when caught in the swift, sudden turn of death, that mortals realize the silent, subtle, everpresent perils of life.
It is old age, rather than death, that is to be contrasted with life. Old age is life’s parody, whereas death transforms life into a destiny: in a way it preserves it by giving it the absolute dimension. Death does away with time.
