Death is a distant rumor to the young.
You yourself don't have to be shaken by mortal danger in order to feel your mortality.
When I was young, I used to think that everyone should die at 70.
My Bubbie lived to 104, which is probably a little too old to consider a ripe old age, because she had already started to turn. I still say she died young.
There are always two deaths, the real one and the one people know about.
Self-preservation's a man's first duty. And natives don't mind dying, you know. They don't feel about it as Europeans do.
People expect old men to die, They do not really mourn old men. Old men are different. People look At them with eyes that wonder when ... People watch with unshocked eyes; But the old men know when an old man dies.
One can no more look steadily at death than at the sun.
You would think death was an optional extra nowadays. Nobody wants to tick that box.
They say the death of a parent puts you in time because that means there's now no generation standing between you and ordinary death: you're next. I don't buy it.
Donkeys live a long time. None of you has ever seen a dead donkey.
For some odd reason, the expression 'death of a poet' always sounds somewhat more concrete than 'life of a poet.'
Death is always sad, I suppose, to us who look forward to it: I expect it will seem very different when we can look back upon it.
We do not die because we have to die; we die because one day, and not so long ago, our consciousness was forced to deem it necessary.
The "public" seems to have bought into this belief that life can, and should, be run without risk, that all accidents are avoidable, and that death is something that only happens to people who eat meat and smoke.
The sense of death is most in apprehension, And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Kids don't have the same sense of their own mortality as adults.
Those who welcome death have only tried it from the ears up.
My blessed California, you are so wise. You render death abstract, efficient, clean. Your afterlife is only real estate, And in his kingdom Death must stay unseen.
If people thought you were dying, they gave you their full attention.
The knowledge of death seemed present in both sisters-it was something about the way they carried themselves, something that had broken too son and had not mended, marking them in spite of their lightheartedness.
