Even the bravest men fear death.
Does death only come for the wicked and leave the decent behind?
Do you know what happens when you die? Nothing. Really, absolutely f***ing nothing. And even once you’ve been dead for a hundred million years, you still haven’t even begun to be dead.
Death’s decisions are final. It’s only the living that are inconstant, and waver, don’t know who they are or what they want. Death is always true.
Death’s a better existence than boredom.
Death is the only thing in life that has any meaning.
Death is the enemy. The first enemy and the last.
Death is not to be feared, but it shouldn’t be pursued. There’s a difference.
Death is not an ending. Death is a new beginning.
Death is never your choice to make. Only God decides whether we live or die.
Death is easy. People just want finality, an end to their grief. But with departures, there is no end.
Death is certain, the time is not.
