If only you were born a hundred years ago, when you could have gone through days of natural labor before bleeding naturally to death.
If only I had the magic self of babyhood when I remembered what it was like before I was born, I wouldnt worry about death now knowing both to be the same empty dream.
If I was dead, I wouldn’t know I was dead. That’s the only thing I have against death. I want to enjoy my death.
I’ve seen men die because they were sure that what should not happen, would not.
I’ve always considered my work one piece and I consider that my work won’t be finished until I am dead and buried and I hope that’s a long, long time.
I’m prepared for death because I don’t believe in it. I think it’s just getting out of one car and getting into another.
I thank my God for graciously granting me the opportunity of learning that death is the key which unlocks the door to our true happiness.
I shall soon be laid in the quiet grave – thank God for the quiet grave -O! I can feel the cold earth upon me – the daisies growing over me – O for this quiet – it will be my first.
I saw few die of Hunger, of Eating 100000.
I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.
I may die young. But at least I’ll die smart.
I look upon Death to be as necessary to our Constitution as Sleep. We shall rise refreshed in the Morning.
