The “kingdom of heaven” is a state of the heart – not something to come “beyond the world” or “after death.”
That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die.
That if I had to choose between dying tomorrow or spending the rest of my life without him, I would seriously consider picking imminent death.
Sleep is the interest we have to pay on the capital which is called in at death; and the higher the rate of interest and the more regularly it is paid, the further the date of redemption is postponed.
She wanted to die. And she wanted to live in Paris.
People leave strange little memories of themselves behind when they die.
Outside of that single fatality of death, everything, joy or happiness, is liberty.
One must pay dearly for immortality: one has to die several times while still alive.
One must die to life in order to be utterly a creator.
One can survive everything nowadays, except death, and live down anything except a good reputation.
One can die but once, and it is for such a long time![On ne meurt qu’une fois, et c’est pour si long-temps!]
One always dies too soon-or too late. And yet one’s whole life is complete at that moment, with a line drawn neatly under it, ready for the summing up. You are – your life, and nothing else.
