Having a child is sowing the seeds of your own obsolescence: birth is the fuse that leads to that other thing. You appear, you replace yourself, you die.
If some persons died, and others did not die, death would be a terrible affliction.
We are all born and someday we’ll all die. Most likely to some degree alone. Our aloneness in this world is, maybe not anymore, a thing to mourn.
Nothing prepared me for the loss of my mother. Even knowing that she would die did not prepare me.
If you don’t know how to die, don’t worry; Nature will tell you what to do on the spot, fully and adequately. She will do this job perfectly for you; don’t bother your head about it.
I would never die for my beliefs because I might be wrong.
Nothing that was worthy in the past departs; no truth or goodness realized by man ever dies, or can die.
Die to everything of yesterday so that your mind is always fresh, always young, innocent, full of vigor and passion.
They sin who tell us Love can die: with Life all other passions fly, all others are but vanity.
It is better to die on your feet than to live on your knees.