Death is an endless night so awful to contemplate that it can make us love life and value it with such passion that it may be the ultimate cause of all joy and all art.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Death is present every day in our lives. It's not that I take pleasure in the morbid fascination of it, but it is a fact of life.
Death is a challenge. It tells us not to waste time... It tells us to tell each other right now that we love each other.
Death is the mother of Beauty; hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires.
While we have the gift of life, it seems to me the only tragedy is to allow part of us to die - whether it is our spirit, our creativity or our glorious uniqueness.
To me, death is dark, pain, grief.
The subject of death is taboo. We feel, perhaps only subconsciously, that to be in contact with death in any way, even indirectly, somehow confronts us with the prospect of our own deaths, draws our own deaths closer and makes them more real and thinkable.
Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of all.
Death is the only pure, beautiful conclusion of a great passion.
Death is the great hope of all life; the desire to expend itself; to be used and consumed by its own longing for itself.
Death is a companion for all of us, whether we acknowledge it or not, whether we're aware of it or not, and it's not necessarily a terrible thing.