In the night of death hope sees a star and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.

I would rather die a meaningful death than to live a meaningless life.

Death is just life's next big adventure.

It is difficult to accept death in this society because it is unfamiliar. In spite of the fact that it happens all the time we never see it.

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.

I balanced all brought all to mind the years to come seemed waste of breath a waste of breath the years behind in balance with this life this death.

All violence consists in some people forcing others under threat of suffering or death to do what they do not want to do.

A new idea is delicate. It can be killed by a sneer or a yawn it can be stabbed to death by a quip and worried to death by a frown on the right man's brow.

Death not merely ends life it also bestows upon it a silent completeness snatched from the hazardous flux to which all things human are subject.

Death unites as well as separates it silences all paltry feeling.

Life is but a moment death also is but another.

But when I lose my temper I find it difficult to forgive myself. I feel I've failed. I can be calm in a crisis in the face of death or things that hurt badly. I don't get hysterical which may be masochistic of me.

When death the great reconciler has come it is never our tenderness that we repent of but our severity.

I don't fear death because I don't fear anything I don't understand. When I start to think about it I order a massage and it goes away.

Death would not be called bad O people if one knew how to truly die.

Death may be the King of terrors... but Jesus is the King of kings!

A revolution is a struggle to the death between the future and the past.

For a man who has done his natural duty death is as natural as sleep.

Land and sea weakness and decline are great separators but death is the great divorcer for ever.

Death is someone you see very clearly with eyes in the center of your heart: eyes that see not by reacting to light but by reacting to a kind of a chill from within the marrow of your own life.

I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute.

Neither the sun nor death can be looked at with a steady eye.

It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure on the world.

Death is not natural for a state as it is for a human being for whom death is not only necessary but frequently even desirable.