Oh build your ship of death, oh build it in time and build it lovingly, and put it between the hands of your soul.

The long habit of living indisposeth us for dying.

In Spain the dead are more alive than the dead of any other country in the world.

I would far prefer to be told simply to go and die. It's straightforward. But people almost never say, 'Die!' Paltry, prudent hypocrites!

Most persons have died before they expired - died to all earthly longings so that the last breath is only as it were the locking of the door of the already deserted mansion.

NOT UNTIL I MET YOUNot until I felt your sunshine,Did I realize that I had been in the shade.Not until I saw all your colors,Did I realize that mine had faded.Not until I heard your dreams,Did I realize that I was still sleeping.And not until I experienced my life with you,Did I realize that I was barelyBreathing.

When the expected occurred, never panic, by keep calming, you gain control over the situation.

Death. It is a strange stalker, one that we spend our whole lives running from, some more successful than others.

After sixty years the stern sentence of the burial service seems to have a meaning that one did not notice in former years. There begins to be something personal about it.

Death is fugitive; even when you're watching for it, the actual instant somehow slips between your fingers. You don't get that sudden drop of the head you see in movies. Instead you simply sit there, waiting for something to happen, and all at once you realize you've missed it.