Death is such a natural, necessary part of life. Every second, millions of cells die, shedding diseased parts of ourselves to make room for new cells. Rebirth. Growth. Life. A million little deaths that keep us healthy.
Death is death. Try not to beat yourself up trying to figure out the semantics of it all.
Death is coming for everyone and everything. A darkness that will swallow the dawn.
Death is always coming. We just don’t know when it’s coming.
Death is a sacred gift. It is not to be abused or cheapened… But gloried!
Death is a recorded event, for reasons natural or unnatural. When a body ceases to function, the cause of the effect can be clearly reconstructed. A body has a story to tell.
Death is a private thing. It’s perhaps the one thing we do alone. No matter how many are around us, we do it alone.
Death has shown me that love is simple. It defeats all our attempts to rationalise or master it.
Death faces us. No matter how we try to look away.
Death doesn’t actually nullify a contract. Not down here.
Dead rats don’t squeak.
Dead people don’t have houses.[about Livia]
