Death means change our clothes. Clothes become old, then time to come change. So this body become old, and then time come, take young body.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Death is the separation of soul from body.
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.
The death of what's dead is the birth of what's living.
Death is the mother of Beauty; hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires.
Death is a commingling of eternity with time; in the death of a good man, eternity is seen looking through time.
There is no such thing as death. In nature nothing dies. From each sad remnant of decay, some forms of life arise so shall his life be taken away before he knoweth that he hath it.
It is old age, rather than death, that is to be contrasted with life. Old age is life's parody, whereas death transforms life into a destiny: in a way it preserves it by giving it the absolute dimension. Death does away with time.
Death is the beginning of something.
Death is something that happens to others, you think, until it happens to you.
Death may simply be an alteration in consciousness, a transition for continued life in a nonmaterial form.