Since we're all going to die, it's obvious that when and how don't matter.
While as he yet doth breath extend, no man is blest; behold the end.
Men's lives have meaning, not their deaths.
One only dies once, and if one does not die well, a good opportunity is lost and will not present itself again.
Death shows up to remind us to live more fully.
Take death for example. A great deal of our effort goes into avoiding it. We make extraordinary efforts to delay it, and often consider its intrusion a tragic event. Yet we'd find it hard to live without it. Death gives meaning to our lives. It gives importance and value to time. Time would become meaningless if there were too much of it.
It's not the loss of life that makes the death bitter -- it's the obituaries.
Death is our constant companion, and it is death that gives each person's life its true meaning.
I am not afraid of death, but would not want to die in some obscure or pointless way.
Death alone discloses how insignificant are the puny bodies of men.
Death is important for a couple reasons. The first is that death creates scarcity in our life, which therefore gives our decisions meaning and value. From a practical point of view, it therefore makes sense that we keep our own deaths in mind when deciding how to use our time.
If you don't live a life in service of a greater good, you've gotta at least die a death in service of a greater good, you know? And I fear that I won't get either a life or a death that means anything.
That fact that Jesus Christ died is more important than that fact that I will die.
Death's stamp gives value to the coin of life; making it possible to buy with life what is truly precious.
For tis not in mere death that men die most.
For me, life and death are very important themes. There is no life without death. That's why it's very important to me.
The end of the world begins the moment you die.
In Gospel grammar, death is not an exclamation point, merely a comma.
It may perhaps be said that it signifies nothing to a man what is done to him after he is dead; but it signifies much to the living; it either tortures their feelings or hardens their hearts.
Odd thing about death ... it reaffirms life.
I am sustained by the certainty that life has meaning...as does death.
Life levels all men. Death reveals the eminent.
Corporeal death is not the whole story.
But what was a body? Dust, dung, urine, itches. It was the light within which was important, and it was not significant if that light endured after death, or if the soul was blinded eternally in the endless night of the suspired flesh.
Death is Life's high meed.
