You are afraid to die, and you’re afraid to live. What a way to exist. — Neale Donald Walsch Copy Share Image
Death is only death if u accept it. I accept it with all my mind heart and soul — Jessi Copy Share Image
Pregnant women are more likely to die from homicide by domestic violence than any other cause of death. — Lois Capps Copy Share Image
We've been hearing about the death of the novel ever since the day after Don Quixote was published. — Jay McInerney Copy Share Image
You were born with your legs apart. They'll send you to the grave in a Y-shaped coffin. — Joe Orton Copy Share Image
To fear death, gentlemen, is no other then to think oneself wise when one is not, to think one knows what one… — Plato Copy Share Image
Hung over Love, a loss of sleep. no more drink consuming me.. I kicked your drug and now I see, your pill… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Death is something that happens to others, you think, until it happens to you. — Roger Rosenblatt Copy Share Image
“Stupid arguments and the desire to be right -- that's what drives people apart -- that or death.” — Frances Norris Copy Share Image
“Mortal, what hast thou of such grave concern That thou indulgest in too sickly plaints? Why this bemoaning and beweeping death? For… — Titus Lucretius Carus Copy Share Image
Be of good hope in the face of death. Believe in this one truth for certain, that no evil can befall a… — Socrates Copy Share Image
Then who is the Man that has no Will, or Knowledge? Love! This is the Man, a piece of love from birth… — Sorin Cerin Copy Share Image
“Why did you laugh right before you lost consciousness.” “Death’s an adventure. I lived big. Rigor mortis makes your face stick. So,… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“for where the religions spirit is not tolerated, where there is no room for poetry and art, where love and death are… — Josef Pieper Copy Share Image
“No one should ever die alone. Rejoin the love of the goddess who made you. No longer a man, no longer a… — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share Image
“It wasn’t dying that she feared, it was dying bad: leaving her grandboy alone in the world, unprotected, his wounds unhealed. Death,… — Taylor Brown Copy Share Image
Ye flowers that drop, forsaken by the spring, Ye birds that, left by summer, cease to sing, Ye trees that fade, when… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image