The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.
It's impossible to experience one's death objectively and still carry a tune.
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.
It is old age, rather than death, that is to be contrasted with life. Old age is life's parody, whereas death transforms life into a destiny: in a way it preserves it by giving it the absolute dimension. Death does away with time.
But when it really happens I'm very fascinated, I'm waiting for the moment, because the moment where life abandons you and death steps in, that moment must be fantastic, no?
The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends and where the other begins?
Death is a delightful hiding place for weary men.
The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation.
Death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily.
I feel monotony and death to be almost the same.
To begin depriving death of its greatest advantage over us, let us adopt a way clean contrary to that common one; let us deprive death of its strangeness, let us frequent it, let us get used to it; let us have nothing more often in mind than death... We do not know where death awaits us: so let us wait for it everywhere.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.
Death is a fearful thing.
The U. S. couldn't even get rid of Saddam Hussein. And we all know that the EU is just a passing fad. They'll be killing each other again in less than a year. I'm sick to death of all these fascist lawsuits.
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
But fantasy kills imagination, pornography is death to art.
Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.
No evil is honorable: but death is honorable; therefore death is not evil.
Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.
For the wretched one night is like a thousand; for someone faring well death is just one more night.
Life and death have been lacking in my life.
Death is a door to God. Those who knows how to die know how to enter into God. Clingers clinging to life never know what God is.
It is vain for the coward to flee; death follows close behind; it is only by defying it that the brave escape.
It is impossible to experience one's death objectively and still carry a tune.