Death is the side of life which is turned away from us.[Der Tod ist die uns abgekehrte.]
Death is the king of this world; ‘t is his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.
Death is the highest form of life.
Death is terrible, but still more terrible is the feeling that you might live for ever and never die.[Смерть страшна, но еще страшнее было бы сознание, что будешь жить вечно и никогда не умрешь.]
Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.
Death is repose, but the thought of death disturbs all repose.
Death is our constant companion, and it is death that gives each person’s life its true meaning.[A Morte é nossa grande companheira, porque é ela que dá o verdadeiro sentido às nossas vidas.]
Death is only the stone of oblivion.[La muerte es sólo piedra del olvido.]
Death is only an illusion, a veil, masking at certain points the continuity of life.[La mort n’est qu’une illusion, un voile, masquant par endroits la continuité de la vie.]
Death is only a launching into the region of the strange Untried; it is but the first salutation to the possibilities of the immense Remote, the Wild, the Watery, the Unshored.
Death is one moment, and life is so many of them.
Death is lighter than a feather, duty heavier than a mountain.
