Birth and death; we all move between these two unknowns.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Death, like birth, is a secret of Nature.
We all have two things in common, no matter who we are: We were born and we are going to die.
The death of what's dead is the birth of what's living.
In the end, we are all determined by the place and the time in which we were born.
Birth and death are the most singular events we experience - and the contemplation of death, as of birth, should be a thing of beauty, not ignobility.
Everything that gets born dies.
Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave.
We begin to die as soon as we are born, and the end is linked to the beginning.
I am not the born; how can there be either birth or death for me?
Everything born has to die, in order to make room for the future.