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Complete adaptation to environment means death. The essential point in all response is the desire to control environment.

Comrades mine and I in the midst, and their memory ever to keep for the dead I loved so well.

Cosmic upheaval is not so moving as a little child pondering the death of a sparrow in the corner of a barn.

Consistency is contrary to nature, contrary to life. The only completely consistent people are dead.

Corpses are more fit to be thrown out than is dung.

Courage is no good: It means not scaring others. Being brave Lets no one off the grave. Death is no different whined at than withstood.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.

Cowards die many times before their actual deaths.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.

Cowardice, as distinguished from panic, is almost always simply a lack of ability to suspend the functioning of the imagination. Learning to suspend your imagination and live completely in the very second of the present with no before and no after is the greatest gift a soldier can acquire.

Cursed is the man who dies, but the evil done by him survives.

Crack'd in pieces by malignant Death.

Dead men may envy living mites in cheese, Or good germs even. Microbes have their joys, And subdivide, and never come to death.

Dead men tell no tales.

Day's lustrous eyes grow heavy in sweet death.

Death, a cause of terror to the sinner, is a blessed moment for him who has walked in the right path.

Death alone discloses how insignificant are the puny bodies of men.

Death belongs to God alone; by what right do men touch that unknown thing?

Death augments distance and dulls the memory. Death reconciles.

Death can be successfully put out of mind for the simple reason that it is beyond human experience. Death is either the abstract concept of nonexistence or the emotion of fear.

Death-counterfeiting sleep.

Death and sorrow will be the companions of our journey; hardship our garment; constancy and valor our only shield. We must be united, we must be undaunted, we must be inflexible.

Death deserves dignity.

Death did not first strike Adam, the first sinful man, nor Cain, the first hypocrite, but Abel, the innocent and righteous. The first soul that met with death, overcame death; the first soul that parted from earth went to heaven. Death argues not displeasure, because he whom God loved best dies first, and the murderer is punished with living.

Death doesn't affect the living because it has not happened yet. Death doesn't concern the dead because they have ceased to exist.

Death doesn't change anything. It just gives you a new location. The physical mind dissolves. But the overriding state of mind that you die in is the state of mind that you are born into.

Death eats up all things, both the young lamb and old sheep; and I have heard our parson say, death values a prince no more than a clown.

Death! great proprietor of all! 'tis thine To tread out empire, and to quench the stars.

Death happens but once, yet we feel it every moment of our lives; it is worse to dread it than to suffer it.

Death is a convention, a certification to the end of pain, something for the vital statistics book, not binding upon anyone but the keepers of graveyard records.

Death is a great revealer of what is in a man, and in its solemn shadow appear the naked lineaments of the soul.

Death is a meeting place of sea and sea.

Death is a mighty, universal truth.

Death is an acquired trait.

Death is a new office building filled with modern furniture, A wise thing, but which has no purpose for us.

Death is beautiful. It alone gives love its true habitat.

Death is but an instant, life a long torment.

Death is by no means separate from life. . . . We all interact with death every day, tasting it as we might a wine, feeling its keen edge even in trifling losses and disappointments, holding it by the hand, as a dancer might a partner, in every separation.

Death is close enough at hand so we do not need to be afraid of life.

Death is dreadfully personal, terribly important to oneself, and so unimportant to the rest of the world.

Death is feared as birth is forgotten.

Death is fortunate for the child, bitter to the youth, too late to the old.

Death is hacking away at my address book and party lists.

Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir.

Death is never sweet, not even if it is suffered for the highest ideal.

Death is not cold and frightful. Death is the sun in all its powerful intensity.

Death is nothing to us, since when we are, death has not come, and when death has come, we are not.

Death is not the end, but the beginning of a new life. Yes, it is an end of something that is already dead. It is also a crescendo of what we call life, although very few know what life is. They live, but they live in such ignorance that they never encounter their own life. And it is impossible for these people to know their own death, because death is the ultimate experience of this life, and the beginning experience of another. Death is the door between two lives; one is left behind, one is waiting ahead.

Death is not the monarch for the dead, but of the dying. The moment he obtains a conquest he loses a subject.

Death is one moment, and life is so many of them.