You've never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it like bees working in a glass hive.

Everything tends to make us believe that there exists a certain point of the mind at which life and death the real and the imagined past and future the communicable and the incommunicable high and low cease to be perceived as contradictions.

Rock and menopause do not mix. It is not good it sucks and every day I fight it to the death or at the very least not let it take me over.

Every parting is a form of death as every reunion is a type of heaven.

My life comes down to three moments: the death of my father meeting my husband and the birth of my daughter. Everything I did previous to that just doesn't seem to add up to very much.

I mean in the South African case many of those who were part of death squads would have been respectable members of their white community people who went to church on Sunday every Sunday.

Death obsesses me yes it does. I can't really understand why it doesn't obsess everyone - I think it does really I'm just a little more out about it.

Communism possesses a language which every people can understand - its elements are hunger envy and death.

Every spiritual tradition has this idea of death and resurrection. It's not unique to Christianity.

In every death a busy world comes to an end.

Which death is preferably to every other? 'The unexpected'.

If you have only one passion in life - football - and you pursue it to the exclusion of everything else it becomes very dangerous. When you stop doing this activity it is as though you are dying. The death of that activity is a death in itself.

Creation destroys as it goes throws down one tree for the rise of another. But ideal mankind would abolish death multiply itself million upon million rear up city upon city save every parasite alive until the accumulation of mere existence is swollen to a horror.

Man is born in a day and he dies in a day and the thing is easily over but to have a sick heart for three-fourths of one's lifetime is simply to have death renewed every morning and life at that price is not worth living.

The charm of fame is so great that we like every object to which it is attached even death.

In every parting there is an image of death.

Every parting gives a foretaste of death every reunion a hint of the resurrection.

When we have lost everything including hope life becomes a disgrace and death a duty.

We all pay for life with death so everything in between should be free.

A belief in hell and the knowledge that every ambition is doomed to frustration at the hands of a skeleton have never prevented the majority of human beings from behaving as though death were no more than an unfounded rumor.

Each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth every fresh morning a little youth every going to rest and sleep a little death.

In spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart. I simply can't build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion misery and death.

We are dying from overthinking. We are slowly killing ourselves by thinking about everything. Think. Think. Think. You can never trust the human mind anyway. It's a death trap.

One can survive everything nowadays except death and live down everything except a good reputation.