Millions long for immortality who don’t know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.
Category: death
O Death, rock me asleep, bring me to quiet rest, let pass my weary guiltless ghost out of my careful breast.
Death comes not to the living soul, nor age to the loving heart.
Love and death are the two great hinges on which all human sympathies turn.
Death is the last enemy: once we’ve got past that I think everything will be alright.
Death is a very important part of life.
Love has no age, no limit and no death.
Living with the immediacy of death helps you sort out your priorities in life. It helps you to live a less trivial life.
The death of what’s dead is the birth of what’s living.
I can’t let my mother’s death have been in vain. Democracy is the best revenge, and we will have it.