What we live by we die by.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Our life is made by the death of others.
To live is to die.
From what we get, we can make a living; what we give, however, makes a life.
In the face of death, we will continue to choose and sanctify life.
Everything that gets born dies.
What makes life worth living? Better surely, to yield to the stain of suicide blood in me and seek forgetfulness in the embrace of cold dark death.
There is no such thing as death; life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.
In the end we discover the only condition for living is to die.
The death of what's dead is the birth of what's living.
We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give.