We die as often as we lose a friend.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The difficulty is not so great to die for a friend, as to find a friend worth dying for.
When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; when man is left alone to mourn, oh! then how sweet it is to die!
We all have common frailties but we need to treasure friends more.
Life is about surviving loss.
Every human being must find his own way to cope with severe loss, and the only job of a true friend is to facilitate whatever method he chooses.
A friend who dies, it's something of you who dies.
Our life is made by the death of others.
We die only once, and for such a long time.
Whenever a friend succeeds, a little something in me dies.
We die daily. Happy those who daily come to life as well.