Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
At the end of 'Afterlife' - hmm, how do I do this without spoilers - Skye took a very strange journey that crossed the boundary between life and death. And now, for her, that boundary is permanently blurred.
An unused life is an early death.
Today she is the lady of death, which I believe is the best muse to have.
Biography lends to death a new terror.
You know when you read that someone has to leave a show or a tour because they had 'nervous exhaustion'? Well, I had one of those and discovered that I was quite close to death. I always assumed that my lifestyle was going to take me at an early age, but when it was actually occurring I was, 'Not yet!' I pulled back.
My death is incidental, and I worry very much about my loved ones and, you know, would like to make it as easy as possible for them. Or wish I could will away whatever, you know, the sadness they will feel when I die. But for me, nothing. The world goes on.
Death is inevitable, but Life - that's the tricky bit where things happen.
The older I get, the more I want to do. It beats death, decay or golf in unfortunate trousers. Peace and quiet depress me.
Death's in the good-bye.
The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.
I am reconciled to my death, but I detest the mode.
To date or not to date that is the question. It's almost as important as Shakespeare's to be or not to be which deals with death.
God is an immensity, while this disease, this death, which is in me, this small, tightly defined pedestrian event, is merely and perfectly real, without miracle - or instruction.
The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation.
Life levels all men. Death reveals the eminent.
I am not a depressive person at all, but I reflect a lot on my life, and life in general, from the perspective of death.
Life and death have been lacking in my life.
It was very hard for all of us. It's still very hard. The anniversary of his death just passed, and every single one of his friends, still, after all these years... it's unbelievable.
Middle age snuffs out more talent than even wars or sudden death does.
Military deployments have never been something to enjoy, but the consequence of the actions, the shared nature of the sacrifices, and the nobility of the cause are invigorating. To be clear, I'm not talking about the killing and the death; rather, the sense of purpose that pervades every action, reaction, and outcome.
The slugs are ascending this steep city staircase that leads up to a huge Catholic church, essentially signifying their slow crawl towards death. The work reminds us of religion, mortality, natural decay, and the slow suffocation of commercialized societies.
I'm not proud of killing, of being responsible for the death of a single person. I never will be.
Life without Liberty is far worse than death.
The closer we come to the negative, to death, the more we blossom.
No matter what we call it, poison is still poison, death is still death, and industrial civilization is still causing the greatest mass extinction in the history of the planet.
Drown in a cold vat of whiskey? Death, where is thy sting?
The leading cause of death among fashion models is falling through street grates.
Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.
I no longer shall tinker with the machinery of death.
One-third of our people were dangerously ill, getting worse hourly, and we felt sure of meeting the same fate, with death as our only prospect, which in such a country was much worse yet.
I'm not afraid of death but I am afraid of dying.
We should weep for men at their birth, not at their death.
When you have a crime against humanity that is so awesome in scale and death, it is more than permissible to look around and say, who recently has been declaring war on the United States? Of course, the compass points straight to bin Laden.
'Tis the business of little minds to shrink; but he whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves his conduct, will pursue his principles unto death.
Judged by the law of England, I know this crime entails upon me the penalty of death; but the history of Ireland explains that crime and justifies it.
