If my survival caused another to perish, then death would be sweeter and more beloved.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Beloved, till life can charm no more; And mourned, till Pity's self be dead.
Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of all.
Love remembered and consecrated by grief belongs, more clearly than the happy intercourse of friends, to the eternal world; it has proved itself stronger than death.
And I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful than death.
Love wishes to perpetuate itself. Love wishes for immortality.
Death may be the greatest of all human blessings.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
What is lovely never dies, But passes into other loveliness.
I would rather live and love where death is king than have eternal life where love is not.
Life is very sweet, brother; who would wish to die?