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Whatever we say and mean by life is just a journey toward death. If you can understand that your whole life is just a journey and nothing else, then you are less interested in life and more interested in death. And once someone becomes more interested in death, he can go deep into the very depths of life; otherwise, he is just going to remain on the surface.

Whatever stress some may lay upon it, a death-bed repentance is but a weak and slender plank to trust our all on.

Whatever you think matters - doesn't. Follow this rule, and you will add decades to your life. Rodger Rosenblatt As a well spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death.

Whatever you want to do, do it now. There are only so many tomorrows.

What good can come from meeting death with tears? If a man Is sorry for himself, he doubles death.

What excites and interests the looker-on at life, what the romances and the statues celebrate, and the grim civic monuments remind us of, is the everlasting battle of the powers of light with those of darkness; with heroism reduced to its bare chance, yet ever and anon snatching victory from the jaws of death.

What greater gift is there than to demonstrate you need not fear death?

What happens after death is so unspeakably glorious that our imagination and our feelings do not suffice to form even an approximate conception of it. The dissolution of our time-bound form in eternity brings no loss of meaning.

What happened at Hiroshima was not only that a scientific breakthrough had occurred and that a great part of the population of a city had been burned to death, but that the problem of the relation of the triumphs of modern science to the human purposes of man had been explicitly defined.

What if thou be saint or sinner, Crooked gray-beard, straight beginner,-- Empty paunch, or jolly dinner, When Death thee shall call. All like are rich or richer, King with crown, and cross-legged stitcher, When the grave hides all.

What is born will die, What has been gathered will be dispersed, What has been accumulated will be exhausted, What has been built up will collapse, And what has been high will be brought low.

What is certain in death is somewhat softened by what is uncertain; it is an indefiniteness in the time, which holds a certain relation to the infinite, and what is called eternity.

What is imprisonment to the man who is fearless of death itself?

What is Death, so it be but glorious? 'Tis a sunset; And mortals may be happy to resemble The Gods but in decay.

What is our death but a night's sleep? For as through sleep all weariness and faintness pass away and cease, and the powers of the spirit come back again, so that in the morning we arise fresh and strong and joyous; so at the Last Day we shall rise again as if we had only slept a night, and shall be fresh and strong.

What is thy sentence then but speechless death.

What kind of man would live a life without daring? Is life so sweet that we should criticize men that seek adventure? Is there a better way to die?

What madness it is for a man to starve himself to enrich his heir, and so turn a friend into an enemy! For his joy at your death will be proportioned to what you leave him.

What makes life valuable is that it doesn't last forever.

What need is there to weep over parts of life? The whole of it calls for tears.

What once was cuddled must learn to kiss The cold wonn's mouth. That's all the mystery.

What pornography is really about, ultimately, isn't sex but death.

What seems to be, is, to those to whom it seems to be, and is productive of the most dreadful consequences to those to whom it seems to be, even of torments, despair, eternal death.

What's fame? a fancy'd life in other's breath. A thing beyond us, even before our death.

What shall he fear that does not fear death.

What shall I do for pretty girls Now my old bawd is dead?

What's wrong with death sir? What are we so mortally afraid of? Why can't we treat death with a certain amount of humanity and dignity, and decency, and God forbid, maybe even humor. Death is not the enemy gentlemen. If we're going to fight a disease, let's fight one of the most terrible diseases of all, indifference.

What, then, remains but that we still should cry, For being born, and, being born, to die?

What ugly sights of death within mine eyes!

What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.

What we commonly call death does not destroy the body, it only causes a separation of spirit and body.

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

When a friend is carried to his grave, we at once find excuses for every weakness, and palliation of every fault. We recollect a thousand endearments, which before glided off our minds without impression, a thousand favors unrepaid, a thousand duties unperformed; and wish, vainly wish, for his return, not so much that we may receive as that we may bestow happiness, and recompense that kindness which before we never understood.

What will survive of us is love.

When a man has the rope about his neck, you don't ask him about his health!

When a man has died, he wants you to know about it.

When a man lies he murders some part of the world. These are the pale deaths men miscall their lives.

When a man sees his end, he wants to know there was some purpose to his life.

When among the graves of thy fellows, walk with circumspection; thine own is open at thy feet.

When any living thing has come to the end of its cycle, we accept that end as natural. When that intangible cycle has run its course it is a natural and not unhappy thing that a life comes to its end.

When death comes, he respects neither age nor merit. He sweeps from the earthly existence the sick and the strong, the rich and the poor, and should teach us to live to be prepared for death.

When death gives us a long lease of life, it takes as hostages all those whom we have loved.

When death strikes down the innocent and young, for every fragile form from which he lets the panting spirit free, a hundred virtues rise, in shapes of mercy, charity, and love, to walk the world and bless it. Of every tear that sorrowing mortals shed on such green graves, some good is born, some gentler nature comes.

When Death puts out our Flame, the Snuff will tell, If we were Wax, or Tallow by the smell.

When death comes too near, comedy and tragedy fall silent.

When death comes, it's just like winter. We don't say, "There ought not to be winter." That the winter season, when the leaves fall and the snow comes, is some kind of defeat, something which we should hold out against. No. Winter is part of the natural course of events. No winter, no summer. No cold, no heat.

When death finally comes you will welcome it like an old friend, being aware of how dreamlike and impermanent the pheneomenal world really is.

Whenever you find a preacher who takes the Bible allegorically and figuratively...that preacher is preaching an allegorical gospel which is no gospel. I thank God for a literal Christ, for a literal salvation. There is literal sorrow, literal death, literal Hell, and, thank God, there is a literal Heaven.

When good men die their goodness does not perish.

Whenever you want to see me, always look at the sunset; I will be there.