Erik, Erik! I saved your life! Remember? You were scentenced to death! But for me you would be dead by now..
The Angel of Death is the invisible Angel of Life..
I believe there are ways whose ends are life instead of death.
Death always knew how to connect vice with misfortune.
Death has always had a prominent place in my mind. There are times when I think somebody might kill me.
Shouldn't we be speaking of something more important than life and death?.
Death frees us from the sickness of modern life.
The stronger civilization becomes, the more deeply the love of death is buried in the subconscious.
Let whoever can win glory before death.
Death starves us of life. So we learn to fabricate our own immortalities.
An honorable death is well and good, but if the life at stake is not your own, what then?.
This world's a city full of straying streets, and death's the market-place where each one meets.
Not success. Not growth. Not happiness. The cradle of your love of life … is death.
I carry the seeds of death within me and plant them wherever I linger long enough to love.
From a purely physical standpoint she didn't have a chance, but her attitude was that death was better than capitulation.
No thought is born in me that does not bear the image of death.
Death is not in the nature of things; it is the nature of things. But what dies is the form. The matter is immortal.
For some death is an art, for others it is merely an inevitability.
The planet's tyrant, dotard Death, had held his gray mirror before them for a moment and shown them the image of things to come.
Death is a continuation of my life without me...
Only in death will we have our own names since only in death are we no longer part of the effort. In death we become heroes.
I didn't want to die. I just found death soothing to think about.
Visible objects therefore do not perish utterly, since nature repairs one thing from another and allows nothing to be born without the aid of another's death.
Without death, life would have no boundaries and our days would not be so precious. My mother was a firm believer in the common sense of nature.
Death is my lover and he wants to move in.