Death, the final, triumphant lover.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Death is the only pure, beautiful conclusion of a great passion.
Death was like love, a romantic escape.
Every parting gives a foretaste of death, every reunion a hint of the resurrection.
Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.
Death's in the good-bye.
There is no more final end than death.
Death is the beginning of something.
In every parting there is an image of death.
I don't think of death in a romantic way anymore.
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.