Death was like love, a romantic escape.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I don't think of death in a romantic way anymore.
Death, the final, triumphant lover.
Death is the only pure, beautiful conclusion of a great passion.
It is love, not reason, that is stronger than death.
To me, death is dark, pain, grief.
Love is the funeral of hearts.
Death is a release from the impressions of the senses, and from desires that make us their puppets, and from the vagaries of the mind, and from the hard service of the flesh.
I'm not a fan of people romanticizing their loved ones in death.
Loved. You can't use it in the past tense. Death does not stop that love at all.
Death is an endless night so awful to contemplate that it can make us love life and value it with such passion that it may be the ultimate cause of all joy and all art.