Death is the mother of Beauty; hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires.
Death
Death is imposed only on creatures, not their creations, and has therefore always appeared in art in a broken form: as allegory.
Of all the logical impasses, unknowings, paradoxes, and terrors that provoke laughter, death by its finality and unsolvable mystery is paramount.
An evil life is a kind of death.
Death not merely ends life, it also bestows upon it a silent completeness, snatched from the hazardous flux to which all things human are subject.
I’m not personally obsessed with death. At a certain age, the light that you live in is inhabited by the shades – it ’tis.
I am the living death, a Memorial Day on wheels. I am your Yankee Doodle Dandy, your John Wayne come home, your Fourth of July firecracker exploding in the grave.
No true believer could be intolerant or a persecutor. If I were a magistrate and the law carried the death penalty against atheists, I would begin by sending to the stake whoever denounced another.
The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.
As an Egyptian, I was always frustrated, just like many young Egyptians, of the situation in the country. And to a large extent, we didn’t know what could we do. And looking at Khaled’s photo after his death; basically I just felt that we are all Khaled Said.