If we don't know life, how can we know death?
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
It seems to me self-evident that if you have a life, things happen in it, and certain things do change; certain things end. People you know die.
All our knowledge merely helps us to die a more painful death than animals that know nothing.
Living is a form of not being sure, not knowing what next or how. The moment you know how, you begin to die a little.
When we are not sure, we are alive.
I didn't know it, but my father had a brain tumour. Everything happened very fast. Within a year, he was gone. Because I was so young, I didn't completely understand the concept of death.
I have no idea how things work in the life beyond what we know with our senses.
Because we do not know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. And yet everything happens only a certain number of times. And a very small number really.
Death can't be considered because, if you're afraid to die, there's no room in your life to make discoveries.
Believe me, if a man doesn't know death, he doesn't know life.
One who does not know when to die, does not know how to live.