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Who knows but life be that which men call death, And death what men call life?

Who now travels that dark path from whose bourne they say no one returns. [Lat., Qui nunc it per iter tenebricosum Illue unde negant redire quemquam.]

Whose heart the accustom'd sight of death makes hard.

Who will grieve for this woman? Does she not seem too insignificant for our concern? Yet in my heart I never will deny her, Who suffered death because she chose to turn.

Why are our days numbered and not, say, lettered?

Why are people more appalled at what they term an unnatural form of dying than by an unnatural form of living?

Who would not shudder if he were given the choice of eternal death or life again as a child ? Who would not choose to die ?

Why do dying people never shed tears?

Why do we cling to life and why are we afraid of death? You may not have thought about it. The reason why we cling so much to life and why we are afraid of death is just inconceivable. We cling to life so much because we do not know how to live. We cling to life so much because really we are not alive. And time is passing and death is coming nearer and nearer. And we are afraid that death is coming near and we have not lived yet.

Why do we kill people who are killing people to show that killing people is wrong?

Why, do you not know, then, that the origin of all human evils, and of baseness, and cowardice, is not death, but rather the fear of death?

Why do you weep? Did you think I was immortal?

Why exactly are we so frightened of death that we avoid looking at it altogether? Somewhere, deep down, we know we cannot avoid facing death forever. We know, in Milarepa's words: "This thing called 'corpse' we dread so much is living with us here and now.

Why is it that we rejoice at a birth and grieve at a funeral? It is because we are not the person involved.

Why shed tears that you must die? For if your past life has been one of enjoyment, and if all your pleasures have not passed through your mind, as through a sieve, and vanished, leaving not a rack behind, why then do you not, like a thankful guest, rise cheerfully from life's feast, and with a quiet mind go take your rest.

Why should a person come to the cross? Why should a person embrace death? With Christ? Because it's the only way that God can get glory out of a human being!

Why will we struggle to attain, and strive, When all we gain is but an empty dream?-- Better, unto my thinking, doth it seem To end it all and let who will survive; To find at last all beauty is but dust; That love and sorrow are the very same; That joy is only suffering's sweeter name; And sense is but the synonym of lust. Far better, yea, to me it seems to die; To set glad lips against the lips of Death-- The only thing God gives that comforteth, The only thing we do not find a lie.

Will there be any bartenders up there in Heaven, will the pubs never close?

With every friend I love who has been taken into the brown bosom of the earth a part of me has been buried there; but their contribution to my being of happiness, strength and understanding remains to sustain me in an altered world.

Without death there would be no awareness of life, and the recurring selection and renewal that has caused life's progress would be ended.

Without [diversion] we would be in a state of weariness, and this weariness would spur us on to seek a more solid means of escaping from it. But diversion amuses us, and leads us unconsciously to death.

Without knowledge, life is no more than the shadow of death

Without the threat of death, there's no reason to live... at all.

Without zest, what is life? Just waiting for death?

Woe, woe, woe... in a little while we shall all be dead. Therefore let us behave as though we were dead already.

With what shift and pains we come into the World we remember not; but 'tis commonly found no easy matter to get out of it.

Working-class families in the north of England used to hear the 1611 Bible regularly at church and at home ... for us, the language didn't seem too difficult. I especially liked 'the quick and the dead' - you really get a feel for the difference if you live in a house with mice and a mousetrap.

Years, following years, steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away.

Worldly faces never look so worldly as at a funeral.

You broke me bodily. The heart ain't the half of it, And I'll never learn to laugh at it In my good natured way. In fact, I'm laughing less in general, But I learned a lot at my own funeral. And I knew you'd be the death of me, So I guess that's the price I pay.

Yes, if the life and death of Socrates are those of a wise man, the life and death of Jesus are those of a god.

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent, a day's march nearer home.

You can be as mad as a mad dog at the way things went, you can curse the fates, but when it comes to the end, you have to let go.

Yes, death, the hourly possibility of it, death is the sublimity of life.

Yet, he thought, if I can die saying, "Life is so beautiful," then nothing else is important. If i can believe in myself that much, nothing else matters.

You can die of the cure before you die of the illness.

You cannot avoid mortality. But you can choose your way of meeting it. And that is the most that any man can hope for.

You can talk any redneck into a challenge. That’s why so many rednecks die in strange ways.

You can't get out of life alive.

You can't convince a believer of anything; for their belief is not based on evidence, it's based on a deep seated need to believe

You can't kill me, I've got a magic... AAAARGH !

You can't die. Bodies come and go but your spirit is eternal. You're the stuff that life is.

You can't say civilization don't advance... in every war they kill you in a new way.

You couldn't find nobody deader, not if you'd sarched for a week. Why, door nails, and Julius Caesar, and things o' that description, would ha' been lively compared with your poor ma when I see her. Lively! that's what they'd ha' been.

You don't know what is going to come to you in this world; you have to go on living and worrying. Those who die are pitying us; they are blessing us. Why should you grieve for them?

You don't get to choose how you're going to die, or when. You can only decide how you're going to live. Now.

You don't throw away a whole life just because it's banged up a little.

You find a flower half-buried in leaves, And in your eye its very fate resides. Loving beauty, you caress the bloom; Soon enough, you'll sweep petals from the floor. Terrible to love the lovely so, To count your own years, to say I'm old, To see a flower half-buried in leaves And come face to face with what you are.

You feel sorry for yourself. You think you're missing something and you don't know what it is. You're lonely inside your life. You have a job and a family and a fully executed will, already, at your age, because the whole point is to die prepared, die legal, with all the papers signed. Die liquid, so they can convert to cash.

You get angry - death does that.