One day I'll be old, dead, forgotten. And at this very moment, while I'm sitting here thinking these things, a man in a dingy hotel room is thinking, "I will always be here."
The one in front of the gun lives forever
We begin to die as soon as we are born, and the end is linked to the beginning.
He that lives most dies most.
Being dead's only a problem if you know you're dead, which you never do because you're dead!
In the attempt to defeat death man has been inevitably obliged to defeat life, for the two are inextricably related. Life moves on to death, and to deny one is to deny the other.
Everybody is worried about dying, but the cause of death is birth, so if you don't want to die, you don't get born!
Man, as long as he lives, is immortal. One minute before his death he shall be immortal. But one minute later, God wins.
Living is what scares me. Dying is easy.
Who knows but life be that which men call death, And death what men call life?
In the midst of life, we are in death.
Living is abnormal.
Death is terrifying, but it would be even more terrifying to find out that you are going to live forever and never die.
Human life is limited but I would like to live forever.
Death is more important than life. Life is just the trivial, just the superficial; death is deeper. Through death you grow to the real life, and through life you only reach death and nothing else.
You're dying every minute, but you won't die yet.
Oh Death where is thy sting! It has none. But life has.
We are all born in the same way but we all die in different ways.
We are made to be immortal, and yet we die. It's horrible, it can't be taken seriously
I can see where creation often stops while the body still lives and often does not care to. the death of life before life dies.
Sex and death. Two things that come but once in my lifetime, but at least after death you're not nauseous.
I am infected with life and will die of it in time.
Immortality: A toy which people cry for, And on their knees apply for, Dispute, contend and lie for, And if allowed Would be right proud Eternally to die for.
I have seen a thousand graves opened, and always perceived that whatever was gone, the teeth and hair remained of those who had died with them. Is not this odd? They go the very first things in youth and yet last the longest in the dust.
If we don't know life, how can we know death?
