How strange this fear of death is! We are never frightened at a sunset.
I am not the born; how can there be either birth or death for me?
Death and I are head to head in a total collision, pure and mutual distaste.
Giving is good, but taking is bad and brings death.
Death's an old joke, but each individual encounters it anew.
People are scared to death and they're looking for something beyond themselves.
Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.
Even in the valley of the shadow of death, two and two do not make six.
I would lying if I said I would laugh in the face of death.
Sin brought death, and death will disappear with the disappearance of sin.
Disease generally begins that equality which death completes.
It is vain for the coward to flee; death follows close behind; it is only by defying it that the brave escape.
I'm not afraid to die, I just don't want to be there when it happens.
It is impossible to experience one's death objectively and still carry a tune.
And I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful than death.
Our dreams drench us in sense, and sense steeps us again in dreams.
I probably revisit in my work the moment at which I realised that dreams couldn't be reality.
Living in dreams of yesterday, we find ourselves still dreaming of impossible future conquests.
Dreams have only one owner at a time. That's why dreamers are lonely.
More dreams are realised and extinguished in Bombay than any other place in India.
This may sound a bit naive, but I got here by believing in big dreams.
