Us humans are always close to destruction. Life itself is but a series of close calls. I mean, how would you know you were alive unless you knew you could die?
The world doesn’t care if you die. It won’t listen to your screams. If you bleed on the ground, the ground will drink it. It doesn’t care that you’re cut.
Some say the best luck is to die at the right time.
It’s death to settle for things in life.
I have made arrangements with men I trust. If I should die, then you will die, know that.
An old friend once told me something that gave me great comfort. Something he had read. He said that Mozart, Beethoven, and Chopin never died. They simply became music.
A nightmare for some. For others, a savior, I come. My hands, cold and bleak, it’s the warm hearts they seek.[Death.]
You honor the dead by going on. Even when you’re scared. You live because they don’t get to.
What sheer bliss to die from accomplishing one’s purpose.
We all died more times than I can count.
The space between life and death, that’s where we are the most alive.
Oh, no. Don’t be dead, Raymond. On the other hand, if you are dead, please stay dead.
