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When it comes to my own turn to lay my weapons down, I shall do so with thankfulness and fatigue, and whatever be my destiny afterward, I shall be glad to lie down with my fathers in honor. It is human at least, if not divine.

When I think of ages past That have floated down the stream Of life and love and death, I feel how free it makes us To pass away.

When it's time to die, let us not discover that we have never lived.

When I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bicycle. Then I realised that the Lord doesn't work that way so I stole one and asked Him to forgive me.

When Life knocks at the door no one can wait, When Death makes his arrest we have to go.

When life is woe, and hope is dumb, the World says, "Go!" The Grave says, "Come!

When mourning the loss of our departed friends, I cannot help but think that in every death there is a birth; the spirit leaves the body dead to us, and passes to the other side of the veil alive to that great and noble company that are also working for the accomplishment of the purpose of God, in the redemption and salvation of a fallen world.

When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; when man is left alone to mourn, oh! then how sweet it is to die!

When performing an autopsy, even the most inveterate spiritualist would have to question where the soul is.

When poison becomes a habit, it ceases to injure: make your soul gradually acquainted with death.

When someone you know passes on, the only thing you can do is keep moving forward.

When someone you love dies, you don't lose them all at once. You lose them in pieces over time, like how the mail stops coming.

When the body sinks into death, the essence of man is revealed. Man is a knot, a web, a mesh into which relationships are tied. Only those relationships matter. The body is an old crock that nobody will miss. I have never known a man to think of himself when dying. Never.

When the dust of death has choked a great man's voice, the common words he said turn oracles, the common thoughts he yoked like horses draw like griffins.

When the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

When the gods wish to punish us they answer our prayers.

When the last sea is sailed and last shallow charted, When the last field is reaped and the last harvest stored, When the last fire is out and the last guest departed Grant the last prayer that I pray, Be good to me, O Lord.

When the leaves fall, the whole earth is a cemetery pleasant to walk in. I love to wander and muse over them in their graves. Here are no lying nor vain epitaphs.

When the time comes to die, make sure that all you have to do is die!" ~Jim Elliot

When the veil of death has been drawn between us and the objects of our regard, how quick-sighted do we become to their merits, and how bitterly do we remember words, or even looks, of unkindness which may have escaped in our intercourse with them.

When the will defies fear, when duty throws the gauntlet down to fate, when honor scorns to compromise with death - that is heroism.

When we finally know we are dying, and all other sentient beings are dying with us, we start to have a burning, almost heartbreaking sense of the fragility and preciousness of each moment and each being, and from this can grow a deep, clear, limitless compassion for all beings.

When you die you forget. Death is a sleep, a forgetting. You forget about your previous lifetime. The essence of your being is the same. But at death, the personality dissolves

When we see our enemies and friends gliding away before us, let us not forget that we are subject to the general law of mortality, and shall soon be where our doom will be fixed forever.

When you die you pass into inner worlds and continue to perceive. Death is not the dissolution of the self. Death is rather just a change in perception.

When you fight, you don't fight for abstract values like the flag, or the nation, or democracy. You fight for your buddy. You fight to keep him alive, and he fights to keep you alive, and you go on that way, day after day, battle after battle. And when one of your buddies dies, something inside you dies as well. But you go on. You fight, so that his death isn't meaningless, his sacrifice isn't for nothing.

When you get to heaven, you will wish you were in hell.

When you die and go to heaven our maker is not going to ask, 'why didn't you discover the cure for such and such? why didn't you become the Messiah?' The only question we will be asked in that precious moment is 'why didn't you become you?'

When you look at yourself from a universal standpoint, something inside always reminds or informs you that there are bigger and better things to worry about.

When you hear that my body has ceased to exist, please do not feel sad. Just look deeply and see that my life and work continue in so many friends, so many young people, in their own ways and through their work. I will continue in everyone and everything I have ever touched. I have nothinng to fear and nothing to regret.

When you long with all your heart for someone to love you, a madness grows there that shakes all sense from the trees and the water and the earth. And nothing lives for you, except the long deep bitter want. And this is what everyone feels from birth to death.

When you're dead, you're dead. That's it.

When you realize where you come from, you naturally become tolerant, amused, kindhearted as a grandmother, and dignified as a king. Immersed in wonder, you can deal with whatever life brings you, and when death comes, you are ready.

Where all life dies death lives.

When you see that you are not the body, that the body comprises only a small fraction of the aggregate of your awareness, then death is no fear, life is no fear, there is no fear.

When you've told someone that you've left them a legacy the only decent thing to do is to die at once.

When you wake up in the morning and nothing hurts, you can be sure you're dead.

Where death without resistance or death after resistance is the only way, neither party should think of resorting to law-courts or help from the government.

Where hateful Death put on his ugliest mask.

Where life had no value, death, sometimes, had its price. That is why the bounty killers appeared.

Where life is more terrible than death, it is then the truest valor to dare to live.

Where it is permissible both to die and not to die, it is an abuse of valour to die.

Wherever humans garden magnificently, there are magnificent heartbreaks.

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them?

While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.

Which death is preferably to every other? 'The unexpected'.

Whoever mourns the dead mourns himself.

Who dies in youth and vigour, dies the best.

Who can take Death's portrait? The tyrant never sat.

While we have the gift of life, it seems to me the only tragedy is to allow part of us to die - whether it is our spirit, our creativity or our glorious uniqueness.