Death is really a great blessing for humanity, without it there could be no real progress. People who lived for ever would not only hamper and discourage the young, but they would themselves lack sufficient stimulus to be creative.
Who will grieve for this woman? Does she not seem too insignificant for our concern? Yet in my heart I never will deny her, Who suffered death because she chose to turn.
To mean something, once, Then death.
Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.
Death hangs over you. While you live, while it is in your power, be good.
It is not death that a man should fear. He should fear never beginning to live.
And, in the end, death is just a symptom that there was life.
Don't be afraid of death so much as an inadequate life.
Everything tends to make us believe that there exists a certain point of the mind at which life and death, the real and the imagined, past and future, the communicable and the incommunicable, high and low, cease to be perceived as contradictions.
To eat bread without hope is still slowly to starve to death.
Which death is preferably to every other? 'The unexpected'.
Cowards die many times before their actual deaths.
Homeland or death! Socialism or death! We shall overcome!
Well, there's a remedy for all things but death, which will be sure to lay us flat one time or other.
We have only one recourse in the face of death: make art before it happens.
And O there are days in this life, worth life and worth death.
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
It's necessary to have wished for death in order to know how good it is to live.
We have a limit, a very discouraging, humiliating limit: death. That’s why we like all the things that we assume have no limits and, therefore, no end. It’s a way of escaping thoughts about death. We like lists because we don’t want to die
“If a separate personal Paradise exists for each of us, mine must be irreparably planted with trees of words which the wind silvers like poplars, by people who see their confiscated justice given back, and by birds that even in the midst of truth of death insist on singing in Greek and saying eros, eros, eros.”
The world turns aside to let any man pass who knows where he is going. It is not death or pain that is to be dreaded, but the fear of pain or death.
It is the dignity with which one goes to his death that is remembered by all, What of life, it comes and goes.
Love of life is born of the awareness of death, of the dread of it.
You only live twice. Once when you are born and once when you look death in the face.
I simply can't build my hopes on a foundation of confusion, misery and death. I think peace and tranquillity will return eventually.
Separation by death must finally be choked down, but separation in life is a long anguish,
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
Desire is half of life; indifference is half of death.
Love, whether newly born, or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, this it overflows upon the outward world.
When all the world is overcharged with inhabitants, then the last remedy of all is war, which provideth for every man, by victory or death.”
No arts; no letters; no society; and which is worst of all, continual fear and danger of violent death; and the life of man solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.”
Beauty is a precious trace that eternity causes to appear to us and that it takes away from us. A manifestation of eternity, and a sign of death as well.
No society has been able to abolish human sadness, no political system can deliver us from the pain of living, from our fear of death, our thirst for the absolute. It is the human condition that directs the social condition, not vice versa.
Life is trouble. Only death is not. To be alive is to undo your belt and look for trouble.
Two equally steep and bold paths may lead to the same peak. To act as if death did not exist, or to act thinking every minute of death, is perhaps the same thing.
Nothing is more sad than the death of an illusion.
Variety is life; uniformity is death
No mercy for these enemies of the people, the enemies of socialism, the enemies of the working people! War to the death against the rich and their hangers-on, the bourgeois intellectuals; war on the rogues, the idlers and the rowdies!
As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so a life well spent brings happy death.
The aims of life are the best defense against death.
Life is a strange thing. Why this longing for life? It is a game which no man wins. To live is to toil hard and to suffer sore, till old age creeps heavily upon us and we throw down our hands on the cold ashes of dead fires. It is hard to live. In pain the babe sucks his first breath, in pain the old man gasps his last, and all his days are full of trouble and sorrow; yet he goes down to the open arms of death, stumbling, falling, with head turned backward, fighting to the last. And death is kind. It is only life and the things of life that hurt. Yet we love life and we hate death. It is very strange.
“I've been very near death. And you can't imagine the wild elation of those moments- it's the sudden glimpse of the absurdity of life that brings it- when one meets death face to face."
It is love, not reason, that is stronger than death.
I discovered to my joy, that it is life, not death, that has no limits.
The past attracts me, the present frightens me, because the future is death.
He who has rejected his demons badgers us to death with his angels.
If we have been pleased with life, we should not be displeased with death, since it comes from the hand of the same master.
Death and love are the two wings that bear the good man to heaven.
In the attempt to defeat death man has been inevitably obliged to defeat life, for the two are inextricably related. Life moves on to death, and to deny one is to deny the other.
Without knowledge, life is no more than the shadow of death
To practice death is to practice freedom. A man who has learned how to die has unlearned how to be a slave.
We should weep for men at their birth, not at their death.
I thank my God for graciously granting me the opportunity of learning that death is the key which unlocks the door to our true happiness.
Sickness, insanity and death were the angels that surrounded my cradle and they have followed me throughout my life.
Life is a great sunrise. I do not see why death should not be an even greater one.
Dwell in peace in the home of your own being, and the Messenger of Death will not be able to touch you.
There is but One God, His name is Truth, He is the Creator, He fears none, he is without hate, He never dies, He is beyond the cycle of births and death, He is self illuminated, He is realized by the kindness of the True Guru. He was True in the beginning, He was True when the ages commenced and has ever been True, He is also True now.
Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.
Preventive war is like committing suicide out of fear of death.
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?
A tragedy need not have blood and death; it's enough that it all be filled with that majestic sadness that is the pleasure of tragedy
I am young, I am twenty years old; yet I know nothing of life but despair, death, fear, and fatuous superficiality cast over an abyss of sorrow. I see how peoples are set against one another, and in silence, unknowingly, foolishly, obediently, innocently slay one another.
Life is a disease, brother, and death begins already at birth. Every breath, every heartbeat, is a moment of dying - a little shove toward the end.
Every parting gives a foretaste of death, every reunion a hint of the resurrection.
Each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh morning a little youth, every going to rest and sleep a little death.
After your death you will be what you were before your birth.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
As long as I have a want, I have a reason for living. Satisfaction is death.
Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world.
The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.
Life is doubt, and faith without doubt is nothing but death.
Death is no tragic. In 100 years, none of us will be concerned.
I do not agree with what you have to say, but I'll defend to the death your right to say it.
The real question of life after death isn't whether or not it exists, but even if it does what problem this really solves.