To die for the sake of dying — I prefer to die of passion than to die of boredom!
Nothing, I knew, had any chance against death.
A beautiful body perishes, but a work of art dies not.
The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation.
The aim of all life is death.
Rather be dead than cool.
Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It’s the transition that’s troublesome.
Knowing that certain nights whose sweetness lingers will keep returning to the earth and sea after we are gone, yes, this helps us die.
I’m not afraid of death; I just don’t want to be there when it happens.
I meant to write about death, only life came breaking in as usual.
Forward, my brave fellows, forward! Carry me into the fort. If I am to die, I want to die at the head of the column!
Fear not Death; for the sooner we die, the longer shall we be immortal.