Seeing death as the end of life is like seeing the horizon as the end of the ocean.
In death a hero, as in life a friend!.
As the fly bangs against the window attempting freedom while the door stands open, so we bang against death ignoring heaven.
It is not death, but dying, which is terrible.
Death ends a life, not a relationship.
If man were immortal he could be perfectly sure of seeing the day when everything in which he had trusted should betray his trust, and, in short, of coming eventually to hopeless misery. He would break down, at last, as every good fortune, as every dynasty, as every civilization does. In place of this we have death.
Fear not death, for it is your destiny.
Death always waits. The door of the hearse is never closed.
Death is as sure for that which is born, as birth is for that which is dead. Therefore grieve not for what is inevitable.
Why fear death when it is the only path to meet the Maker.
As a well spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death.
I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.
Wings of angels, tears of saints won't bring you back to me (about her son's suicide) (He will come back to her.. the soul is deathless).
If God hath made this world so fair, Where sin and death abound, How beautiful beyond compare Will paradise be found!.
Life is a great sunrise. I do not see why death should not be an even greater one.
The gods conceal from men the happiness of death, that they may endure life.
Death, the last sleep? No the final awakening.
Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death...
Two babies were born on the same day at the same hospital. They lay there and looked at each other. Their familiescame and took them away. Eighty years later, by a bizarre coincidence, they lay in the same hospital, on their deathbeds, next to each other. One of them looked at the other and said, So. What did you think?.
Well, there's a remedy for all things but death, which will be sure to lay us flat one time or other.
Poverty is the worst form of death.
Death is near and our mutual company is short.
There is no death! What seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath is but a suburb of the life elysian, whose portal we call Death.
I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by living, by losing.
Death is the liberator of him whom freedom cannot release, the physician of him whom medicine cannot cure, and the comforter of him whom time cannot console.