Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
It was so wonderful outside that even the wild senselessness of this enormous death, whose music I hear again and again, could not disturb me from my great enjoyment!
Death's an old joke, but each individual encounters it anew.
Death was like love, a romantic escape.
Death's in the good-bye.
The sound of 'gentle stillness' after all the thunder and wind have passed will the ultimate Word from God.
I go where the sound of thunder is.
In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.
Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.
It is not death, it is dying that alarms me.
Death is the beginning of something.