It's easy to cry when you realize that everyone you love will reject you or die. On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone will drop to zero.
Oh, Death was never enemy of ours! We laughed at him, we leagued with him, old chum.
Death was a blessing, so great, so deep that we can fathom it only at those moments, like this one now, when we are reprieved from it. It was the return home from long, unspeakably painful wanderings, the correction of a great error, the loosening of tormenting chains, the removal of barriers---it set a horrible accident to rights again.
When I die I want your hands on my eyes.
We are mortals, not gods. We die. Death is in our nature. Without that fee paid in advance, the world does not come to us. That is the hard bargain life makes with us—with all of us, every one—and the condition we share...
Death exists, not as the opposite but as a part of life.
I have seen death in many forms, but never has it appeared to me in a more fearsome aspect than in that dark grimy apartment, which looked out upon one of the main arteries of suburban London.
One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
I shall not die of a cold, my son. I shall die of having lived.
There’s more sympathy wasted over dead and rotten skunks than there is justice done to straight, honest-livin’ chaps.
Death is a dignitary who when he comes announced is to be received with formal manifestations of respect, even by those most familiar with him.
She was one of those who felt every death. She'd never learned to read the casualty lists over breakfast and then go off and have a perfectly pleasant day, as the vast majority of civilians did. If she had learned to do that, she mightn't have been here.
Eventually they die. This is the end of the story.
Everyone knows they're going to die, but nobody believes it.
The dead will always be dead, but we have to go on living.
Unto God the lord belong the issues of death.
When the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease--of the joy that kills.
They were assured, of course, of the inerrable equality of death, but nobody wanted that kind of equality.
I'm not really dying today. No person ever died that had a family. I'll be around a long time. A thousand years from now a whole township of my offspring will be biting sour apples in the gumwood shade.
Immortality is a concept. If you take 'mortality' as being, not death, but the foreknowledge of it and the fear of it, then 'immortality' is the absence of such fear. Babies are immortal.
People who die at your age, that’s tragic. People who die at my age, that’s expected.
I understand what it is to die, I think. Now I do, anyway. Not death itself, I still can't comprehend that. But dying. If I stop walking, I'll come to an end.
Speaking of death in English has always had, for me, a disquieting finality.
But death is just a door into another dimension.
We all must die one day, and the illness which is removing me is not painful; it is gentle and gradual: my mind is at rest.
In such a regime, I say you died a good death if your life had inspired someone to come forward and shoot your murderer in the chest—without asking to be paid.
There is no death, daughter. People die only when we forget them.
To be honest about it, I'm not trying to die. I'm just waiting for death to come. Like sitting on a bench at the station, waiting for the train.
You gentlemen kill with your power, with your money, and sometimes just with your words: you tell them you're doing them a favor. True, no blood flows, the man is still alive, but you've killed him all the same. I don't know whose sin is greater—yours or mine.
Though I than He – may longer live He longer must – than I – For I have but the power to kill, Without – the power to die.