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About the presence of death and dying I don't remember the society in the 1950s being so skittish as it has since become. People still died at home, among relatives and friends, often in the care of a family physician. Death was still to be seen sitting in the parlor, hanging in a butcher shop, sometimes lying in the street.

Absence, like death, sets a seal on the image of those we love: we cannot realize the intervening changes which time may have effected.

Absolute monarchy,... is the easiest death, the true Euthanasia of the BRITISH constitution.

Absolute silence leads to sadness. It is the image of death.

Accessible design is good design.

According to most studies, people's number one fear is public speaking. Number two is death. Death is number two. Does that sound right? This means to the average person, if you go to a funeral, you're better off in the casket than doing the eulogy.

According to your medical checkup, you are dead.

A chap can't pick the way he'll die, or we'd all do better at it.

A civilization that denies death ends by denying life.

A death-blow is a life-blow to some Who, till they died, did not alive become; Who, had they lived, had died, but when They died, vitality begun.

A death-like sleep, A gentle wafting to immortal life.

A death is the most terrible of facts.

A direful death indeed they had That would put any parent mad But she was more than usual calm She did not give a singel dam.

A distinguished man should be as particular about his last words as he is about his last breath. He should write them out on a slip of paper and take the judgment of his friends on them. He should never leave such a thing to the last hour of his life, and trust to an intellectual spurt at the last moment to enable him to say something smart with his latest gasp and launch into eternity with grandeur.

A dying man needs to die, as a sleepy man needs to sleep, and there comes a time when it is wrong, as well as useless, to resist.

A few can touch the magic string, and noisy fame is proud to win them: Alas for those that never sing, but die with all their music in them!

A few feet under the ground reigns so profound a silence, and yet so much tumult on the surface!

A fiction about soft or easy deaths is part of the mythology of most diseases that are not considered shameful or demeaning.

Afraid of death? Not at all. Be a great relief. Then I wouldn't have to talk to you.

Afraid? Of whom am I afraid? Not death. For who is he?

A friend who dies, it's something of you who dies.

After all, every murderer when he kills runs the risk of the most dreadful of deaths, whereas those who kill him risk nothing except promotion.

After a person dies, there is always something like a feeling of stupefaction, so difficult is it to comprehend this unexpected advent of nothingness and to resign oneself to believing it.

After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can touch him further.

After they had accustomed themselves at Rome to the spectacles of the slaughter of animals, they proceeded to those of the slaughter of men, to the gladiators.

After the war, and until the day of his death, his position on almost every public question was either mischievous or ridiculous, and usually both.

After the writer's death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.

Ageing destroys youth, sickness destroys health, degeneration of life destroys all excellent qualities and death destroys life. Even if you are a great runner, you cannot run away from death. you cannot stop death with your wealth, through your magic performances or recitation of mantras or even medicines. Therefore, it is wise to prepare for your death.

Against specious appearances we must set clear convictions, bright and ready for use. When death appears as an evil, we ought immediately to remember that evils are things to be avoided, but death is inevitable.

A garden is always a series of losses set against a few triumphs, like life itself.

Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death!

A good designer must rely on experience, on precise, logic thinking; and on pedantic exactness. No magic will do.

A good death does honour to a whole life.

Alas, day, you brought light, You trailed splendour You showed us god: I salute you, most precious one, But I go to a new place, Another life.

Ah, if only a few more massacres would suffice To sort it all out once and for all With so many uprisings and so many fallen heads In Paradise we should all be by now! But the wished-for Golden Age is endlessly postponed The gods remain so thirsty, they are insatiable Thus it is death, an endless cycle of death

A human life has seasons much as the earth has seasons, each time with its own particular beauty and power. And gift. By focusing on springtime and summer, we have turned the natural process of life into a process of loss rather than a process of celebration and appreciation. Life is neither linear nor stagnant. It is movement from mystery to mystery. Just as a year includes autumn and winter, life includes death, not as an opposite but as an integral part of the way life is made.

Alas, I am dying beyond my means.

A life of action and danger moderates the dread of death.

A little time separates us from those who depart - a time of tears, a time of sadness and solitude; but, that over, we go to rejoin them and to enjoy with them the society of the blessed. Oh, how sweetly the heart rests in this immortal hope!

A little while with grief and laughter, And then the day will close; The shadows gather ... what comes after No man knows.

A human act once set in motion flows on forever to the great account. Our deathlessness is in what we do, not in what we are.

A little allegory of the soul - wherever it hides, God will find it.

All death in nature is birth, and at the moment of death appears visibly the rising of life. There is no dying principle in nature, for nature throughout is unmixed life, which, concealed behind the old, begins again and develops itself. Death as well as birth is simply in itself, in order to present itself ever more brightly and more like to itself.

All architects want to live beyond their deaths.

All flesh is grass. and all its glory fades Like the fair flower dishevell'd in the wind; Riches have wings, and grandeur is a dream; The man we celebrate must find a tomb, And we that worship him, ignoble graves.

All human beings are like travelers floating down the eternal river of time, embarking at a certain point and disembarking again at another point in order to make room for others waiting below the river to come aboard.

All I desire for my own burial, is not to be buried alive; but how or where, I think, must be entirely indifferent to every rational creature.

All our knowledge merely helps us to die a more painful death than the animals that know nothing. A day will come when science will turn upon its error and no longer hesitate to shorten our woes. A day will come when it will dare and act with certainty; when life, grown wiser, will depart silently at its hour, knowing that it has reached its term.

All our knowledge merely helps us to die a more painful death than animals that know nothing.

All men think that all men are mortal but themselves.