Since we're all going to die, it's obvious that when and how don't matter.
He that is once borne, once must dy.
Abortion is the insurance against that fate worse than death which is called a family.
This is the simplest of all thoughts, that Death must come when we call, although he is a god.
A man dies not for the many wounds that pierce his breast, unless it be that life's end keep pace with death, nor by sitting on his hearth at home doth he the more escape his appointed doom.
Nobody's death is impending." ..."Well technically everyone's death is impending.
To be born is to start the journey towards death.
Old men go to Death, Death comes to Young men.
I committed the first crime by creating men as mortals. After that, what more could you do, you the murderers? Come on; they already had death in them: at most you simply hastened things a little.
Assassination is a part of public service …. If it is my fate to die by an assassin’s bullet, so be it.
Upon landing, he was killed by a political assassin's bullet.
Life is the ultimate adventure, and Death, the prize that awaits us all.
I know exactly how and where I am going to die. The only question is when.
You say you should have died instead of me. But during my time on earth, people died instead of me, too. It happens every day. When lightning strikes a minute after you are gone, or an airplane crashes that you might have been on. When your colleague falls ill and you do not. We think such things are random. But there is a balance to it all. One withers, another grows. Birth and death are part of a whole.
We are all compelled to take the same road; from the urn of death, shaken for all, sooner or later the lot must come forth. [Lat., Omnes eodem cogimur; omnium Versatur urna serius, ocius Sors exitura.]
Here's what happens when you die--you sit in a box and get eaten by worms. I guarantee you that when you die, nothing cool happens.
Saint Luke was a Saint and a Physitian, yet is dead.
Death is always a constant possibility and probability and of course an inevitability, as well.
come he slow or come he fast it is but death that comes at last
They, then, who are destined to die, need not be careful to inquire what death they are to die, but into what place death will usher them.
The same night awaits us all.
Why, thou owest god a death.
But already it is time to depart, for me to die, for you to go on living; which of us takes the better course, is concealed from anyone except God.
God gives us life and takes us away as He sees fit.
The reaper does not listen to the harvest.
Death is an ill; 'tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died.