Death is an absolute marvel.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Death may be the greatest of all human blessings.
Death is the tyrant of the imagination.
Death is the beginning of something.
Death is a monster; death is horrible.
For those who live neither with religious consolations about death nor with a sense of death (or of anything else) as natural, death is the obscene mystery, the ultimate affront, the thing that cannot be controlled. It can only be denied.
Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.
Death is an art, you know.
Death is the only pure, beautiful conclusion of a great passion.
Even one death is horrible.
Death is frightening, and so is Eternal Life.