I’ve seen men die because they were sure that what should not happen, would not.
I only take a half share in the civil war; I am willing to die, I am not willing to kill.
I may die young. But at least I’ll die smart.
I just don’t want to die without a few scars.
I do not cling to life sufficiently to fear death.
I didn’t want it to die. Damn death. Long live life!
I could die for you. But I couldn’t, and wouldn’t, live for you.
I believe the moment of birth is when we have knowledge of death I believe the season of birth.
He made me see what Life is, and what Death signifies, and why Love is stronger than both.[The Canterville Ghost]
Have you noticed how easily the very young die? They make the best martyrs for any cause, the best soldiers, the best suicides. It’s because they’re held here so lightly: they haven’t yet accumulated loves and responsibilities and commitments and all the things that tie us securely to this world. They can let go of it as easily and simply as lifting a finger. But as you get older, you begin to find things that are worth holding onto, forever.
Gods die. And when they truly die they are unmourned and unremembered. Ideas are more difficult to kill than people, but they can be killed, in the end.
God, give us each our own death, the dying that proceeds from each of our lives. [O Herr, gieb jedem seinen eignen Tod. Das Sterben, das aus jenem Leben geht, darin er Liebe hatte, Sinn und Not.]