Some people fake their death, I'm faking my life.
I rather like the idea of defying death.
I have never lived a life so much larger than death. (93)
The same thing that makes you live can kill you in the end.
When Death laughs, no one else does
I have never felt any rest in sleep. For a few seconds I am numbed, then a new life begins, freed from the conditions of time and space, and doubtless similar to that state which awaits us after death. Who knows if there is not some link between those two existences and if it is not possible for the soul to unite them now?
Death is something we really understand extremely well.
Life comes from death. To the degree that I can live in the death of Jesus - to that degree I can channel God's life to others.
My overriding belief is that it is always possible for criminals to improve and that by its very finality the death penalty contradicts this.
The dead are too much with us.
There's no way around grief and loss: you can dodge all you want, but sooner or later you just have to go into it, through it, and, hopefully, come out the other side. The world you find there will never be the same as the world you left.
I’m always scared to death that I won’t do a role justice. But fear can be a great motivator.
Revolutions existed in history, books were written about them, and lectures given: they were complicated phenomena, scientific, remote. While here, the riot of a week ago had turned out to be a real revolution and the shadow of death actually threatened all of us who were of the ruling cast.
Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget.
But how to know the falsity of death? How can we know there is no death? Until we know that, our fear of death will not go either. Until we know the falsity of death, our lives will remain false. As long as there is fear of death, there cannot be authentic life. As long as we tremble with the fear of death, we cannot summon the capacity to live our lives. One can live only when the shadow of death has disappeared forever. How can a frightened and trembling mind live? And when death seems to be approaching every second, how is it possible to live? How can we live?
If we weep for all the deaths in our country, the tears in our eyes would never dry.
Got it. Demon. Death. Doom.
Nay, the greatest wits and poets, too, cease to live; Homer, their prince, sleeps now in the same forgotten sleep as do the others. [Lat. , Adde repertores doctrinarum atque leporum; Adde Heliconiadum comites; quorum unus Homerus Sceptra potitus, eadem aliis sopitu quiete est. ]
Our new Constitution is now established, and has an appearance that promises permanency; but in the world nothing can be said to be certain except death and taxes.
I'll make death love me; for I will contend Even with his pestilent scythe.
