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Everyone dies. That is a universal constant. The only variable is how one dies.
Death, like virtue, has its degrees.
How many have died that I might live?
And who has died that I might live?
Death casts its shadow, leaving our hearts sad and tainting our world with fear.
Dying is an integral part of life, as natural and predictable as being born. But whereas birth is cause for celebration, death has become a dreaded and unspeakable issue to be avoided by every means possible in our modern society. Perhaps it is that.
Death is the ultimate boundary of human matters.
Death by drowning, death by snakebite ... death by memory loss, death by claymore ... death by paper cuts, death by whoreknife, death by poker game ... death by authority, death by isolation, death by genocide, death by Kennedy ... death by signature, death by silence ... death by performance
Deaths have benefits. They can fertilise the ground.
Who can escaped death?
Of all the ways to lose a person, death is the kindest.
Despite what legend might have us believe, death is not proud, it isn't fanfare and trumpet blasts. It is quiet but unassailable, absent one minute and absolute the next
Death! I had not thought Death had undone so many
Death was for-the other people.
Death is the dance of Life.
What loss is death if life is not to be lived?
We all owe life a death, an inevitable death which we can meet. But the unnecessary death that wastes life denies all consolation.
Most grievous of all deaths it is to die of hunger.
If one drops dead in the street, friends and loved ones are shocked, stricken, but a long lingering death loses all nobility and drama, while relatives and friends await the inevitable end in a succession of weary anti-climaxes.
The pain, you know. It's one hell of a way to die.
Death always wins.
Every night, in every Coldtown, people die. People are fragile. They die of mistakes, of overdoses, of sickness. But mostly they die of Death.
Death is what makes life fun.
There is no such thing as Death, really, you know, only Change.
All deaths are one's own.
Approaches to death and dying reveal much of the attitude of society as a whole to the individuals who compose it. The development of ideas of what constitutes a good death can even be traced to prehistory.
Death is what happens when you die.
Futility. Uselessness. Bloody entrophy. Death matters, at least sometimes.
Death is the Inevitable Price We Must Pay.
Death to the killers, bringing light to life.
The greatest death is not that of the body, but of the soul.
Sometimes death is natural, a mercy that puts an end to suffering. But all too often it comes as an assassin, full of senseless cruelty and lacking any vestige of compassion.
The only reason people die, is because EVERYONE does it. You all just go along with it.
It's RUBBISH, death. It's STUPID. I don't want nothing to do with it.
When we think of death, we often imagine it as happening in degrees: We think of a sick person becoming less and less alive until finally they are gone.
For so many, death is a liberation from intolerable human conditions.
Death is funny, when you think about it. Everybody does it, but nobody knows how, exactly how.
Which death is preferably to every other? 'The unexpected'.
There are so many little dyings How do we know which one of them is death?
Without death Death is dead
There is more than one kind of death? (Kat)
Yes. Cowards aren't the only ones who die a thousand deaths. Sometimes heroes do, too. (Sin)
lying on "mattress graves.
Death: the anaesthetic from which none come round.
Death when to death a death by death hath given
Then shall be op't the long shut gates of heaven.
[Mors, mortis morti mortem nisi morte dedisset (dedisses).]
Death is what takes place within us when we look upon others not as gift, blessing, or stimulus but as threat, danger, competition.
Some deaths were long, the decay so gradual the rotted end was nothing more than a sigh disappearing in the wind.
Others were quick, the abrupt cut of a life in mid-phrase leaving unanswered questions lingering like an unresolved harmony.
We are full of words whose true meaning we haven't been taught, and one of those words is suffering. Another is the word death. We don't know what they mean, but we use them, and this is a mystery.
There are worse things than death.
Life demands that we embrace some forms of death.
Is childhood ever long enough, or a happy time, or even a beautiful summer day? All of these carry the seeds of the same fierce mystery that we call death.
Death is death and loss is loss.
Death in the Clouds
Death, the final, triumphant lover.
Some people live, some people die.
It kills me sometimes, how people die.
Death, of course, lasts forever.
Death is a very important part of life.
Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries.
Death is my world.
Everyone dies. It's a question of where and how, that's all.
the death cannot die
In every death, a busy world comes to an end.
Death is not only an unusually severe punishment, unusual in its pain, in its finality and in its enormity, but is serves no penal purpose more effectively than a less severe punishment.
Death swallows death.
One death apiece is plenty.
Death's an old joke, but each individual encounters it anew.
Death is death no matter how it is inflicted
We would like to think of death as a release from the pressures of existence, but this is a fatally mistaken thought: it is the ultimate culmination of those pressures.
Death is the supreme festival on the road to freedom.
Death that tears away clumps of us folks, stuffs thousands of the living, freshly plucked into its sack.
Men die in despair, while spirits die in ecstasy.
Two conclusions follow, die a death, live a death.
Some people die, others just run out of fuel.
Where do you go when you die twice-
lest a thousand deaths?
Death is a convention, a certification to the end of pain, something for the vital statistics book, not binding upon anyone but the keepers of graveyard records.
There are worse things than death. Many of them playing at a theater near you.
Death comes when memories are lost.
Death without dying is the worst kind of death
Death is natural and necessary, but not just. It is a random force of nature; survival is equally accidental. Each loss is an occasion to remember that survival is a gift.
Death is the ultimate disappointment
people must die, so that their friends who are left alive may always remember them.
Sometimes the dead are more alive than the living. And they can kill the living.
DEATH IS A PROFOUND LESSON IN TRUTH: We grow to understand more about it from childhood until the day we must cross the mystic chasm and abandon the land of the living.
Death is not the only possible outcome.
Death is a state of mind
many people on Earth spend their entire lives dead.
Death
a stopping of impressions through the senses, and of the pulling of the cords of motion, and of the ways of thought, and of service to the flesh.
Death is a common destination.
Everybody dies. Some just need a little help.
Death from the skies!
People who died at the hands of another usually died violently.
Everyone's death means something,
Death by violence, death by cold, death by starvation - they are the normal endings of the stately creatures of the wilderness. The sentimentalists who prattle about the peaceful life of nature do not realize its utter mercilessness.
Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of all.
It is not death, but dying, which is terrible.
Reasons never matter, once Death comes cold and bold and takes the living by the hand. You count up your dead, every one..
People die and people cry people want me dead.
Malady of mortality
When I see a large group of people, I wonder how many of them will eventually require autopsies.
We all die in the middle of something.
Death's the discharge of our debt of sorrow.
Ah realise now thit death is usually a process, rather than an
event. People generally die by degrees, incrementally. They rot away slowly in homes and hoespitals,
or places like this.
Dying nowadays is more gruesome in many ways, namely, more lonely, mechanical, and dehumanized; at times it is even difficult to determine technically when the time of death has occurred.