Close to the Tsar, close to death.
There is no repentance after death.
Death is God's broom.
Death is the last doctor.
After death the doctor.
Death defies the doctor.
Had it not been for slavery, the death penalty would have likely been abolished in America. Slavery became a haven for the death penalty.
Many people have played themselves to death. Many people have eaten and drunk themselves to death. Nobody ever thought himself to death.
I was personally opposed to the death penalty, and yet I think I have probably asked for the death penalty more than most people in the United States.
In the event of the death of a current or former President, like the recent death of President Ronald Reagan, the flag should be flown at half-staff for thirty days from the day of the death.
I have already seen death, and I know that death is supporting me in my cause of education. Death does not want to kill me.
Death, therefore, the most awful of evils, is nothing to us, seeing that, when we are, death is not come, and, when death is come, we are not.
A good death is a death in solidarity with others. To prepare ourselves for a good death, we must develop or deepen this sense of solidarity.
Death is as unexpected in his caprice as a courtesan in her disdain; but death is truer – Death has never forsaken any man
The only absolute truth is change, and death is the only way to stop change. Life is a series of judgments on changing situations, and no ideal, no belief fits every solution. Yet humans need to believe in something beyond themselves. Perhaps all int...
... as we age we have not only to readdress earlier developmental crises but also somehow to find the way to three affirmations that may seem to conflict. ... We have to affirm our own life. We have to affirm our own death. And we have to affirm love...
They loved him, or loved the thought of him, what they thought he was: a man who could easily have had a good life who chose instead their life: spite and bitterness and age-fogged glasses of watery whiskey in dark, cobwebbed country bars, shit-smear...
After us they'll fly in hot air balloons, coat styles will change, perhaps they'll discover a sixth sense and cultivate it, but life will remain the same, a hard life full of secrets, but happy. And a thousand years from now man will still be sighing...
Mathilda: You killed my brother. Stansfield: I'm sorry. And you want to join him? Mathilda: No. Stansfield: It's always the same thing. It's when you start to become really afraid of death that you learn to appreciate life. Do you like life, sweethea...
Death straps me to the hospital bed, claws its way onto my chest and sits there.I didn't know it would hurt this much. I didn't know that everything good that's ever happened in my life would be emptied out by it.
To die, - To sleep, - To sleep! Perchance to dream: - ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life;
