Death is the great hope of all life; the desire to expend itself; to be used and consumed by its own longing for itself.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of all.
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.
Death is the mother of Beauty; hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires.
The goal of all life is death.
Death, only, renders hope futile.
Our hope in life beyond death is a hope made possible, not by some general sentimental belief in life after death, but by our participation in the life of Christ.
The acceptance of death gives you more of a stake in life, in living life happily, as it should be lived. Living for the moment.
Death is something that happens to others, you think, until it happens to you.
The tragedy of life is in what dies inside a man while he lives - the death of genuine feeling, the death of inspired response, the awareness that makes it possible to feel the pain or the glory of other men in yourself.
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.