The idea is to die young as late as possible.
He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.
He who doesn't fear death dies only once.
Death is more universal than life; everyone dies but not everyone lives.
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.
Someone has somewhere commented on the fact that millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.
While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
If a man hasn't discovered something that he will die for, he isn't fit to live.
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.
One should die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly.
Watching a peaceful death of a human being reminds us of a falling star; one of a million lights in a vast sky that flares up for a brief moment only to disappear into the endless night forever.
A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age; he dies of being a man.
Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of trauma, I will fear no concussion.
Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children is increased by tales, so is the other.
Everyone dies but not everyone lives.
Death is nothing else but going home to God, the bond of love will be unbroken for all eternity.
To die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly. Death of one's own free choice, death at the proper time, with a clear head and with joyfulness, consummated in the midst of children and witnesses: so that an actual leave-taking is possible while he who is leaving is still there.
Man dies of cold, not of darkness.
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