Death is an absolute mystery. We are all vulnerable to it, it's what makes life interesting and suspenseful.
Must not all things at the last be swallowed up in death?
Since fame is an illusion and death is in our future all we have is the next moment before we are swallowed into oblivion.
Life and death. They are somehow sweetly and beautifully mixed, but I don't know how.
The question of Heaven, the question of what happens after death, is one which a lot of people in our culture try to put off as long as they can, but sooner or later it suddenly swings round and looks them in the eye.
I'm not frightened about death. I don't know why, but I just feel that at a certain moment your switch is switched off, and that's it. And you can't do anything about it.
I can't have white roses. They symbolize death.
For me, habit is just a synonym for death.
Once you accept your own death, all of a sudden you're free to live. You no longer care about your reputation. You no longer care except so far as your life can be used tactically to promote a cause you believe in.
I like structuring verses, choruses, but sometimes the verses might be a tango and the choruses might be death metal.
We live in a world where black people are targeted for death and destruction, and we should not be surprised when moments such as these occur - in fact, Charlottesville confirms the violence that black people endure every day.
The valiant never taste of death but once.
A very beautiful honey blonde, Sharon Tate, looked into the eyes of the man who the evidence shows just four and a half months later would order her tragic and violent death.
But beyond the hysteria of phantom death panels, where is the abomination? Show me the provisions that will hurt consumers, because if you think a $110 billion a year tax break for working-class Americans to buy private health insurance is a government takeover, I welcome the debate.
We do not believe that death should be a taxable event.
Death should not be a taxable event.
Only in Washington would death be considered a taxable event.
Death just shouldn't be a taxable event.
Life is fragile: it thrives only in a narrow range of temperatures between freezing and boiling. How lucky that our planet is just the right distance from the sun: a little farther, and the death of the perpetual Antarctic winter - or worse - would prevail; a little closer, and the surface would truly fry anything that touched it.
Instead of thinking that's a nice tune, you start thinking is it the right pace, is it the right tempo? That is the death nell for artists.
