Every mundanity of life grows infinitely more precious in the face of impending death.
Death, the beginning of eternal things, is only the end of earthly cares.
Ah, if he could only die temporarily!
Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death!
You’ll forget it when you’re dead, and so will I. When I’m dead, I’m going to forget everything—and I advise you to do the same.
You start to die the moment you are born. The whole of life is cutting through the pack with death. So take it easy.
You have to die a few times before you can really live.
Why should death make a man truthful, or even clever? The dead are likely dull fellows, full of tedious complaints—the ground’s too cold, my gravestone should be larger, why does he get more worms than I do…
Who wants flowers when you’re dead? Nobody.
Whenever someone dies, a part of the universe dies too. Everything a person felt, experienced, and saw dies with them, like tears in the rain.
When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground.
When we are at the end of life, to die means to go away; when we are at the beginning, to go away means to die.
