Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

People living deeply have no fear of death.

Some words having to do with the death of the people in the World Trade Center attack had been added, and when I got to it, I had this overwhelmingly emotional experience. I struggled to get through the words; tears were streaming down my cheeks.

The world is put back by the death of every one who has to sacrifice the development of his or her peculiar gifts to conventionality.

The "kingdom of Heaven" is a condition of the heart - not something that comes "upon the earth" or "after death."

Let us beware of saying that death is the opposite of life. The living being is only a species of the dead, and a very rare species.

The death of Mrs. Lincoln was a serious loss to her husband and children. Abraham's sister Sarah was only eleven years old, and the tasks and cares of the little household were altogether too heavy for her years and experience.

Rock and menopause do not mix. It is not good, it sucks and every day I fight it to the death, or, at the very least, not let it take me over.

I'm Irish. I think about death all the time.

My fear was not of death itself, but a death without meaning.

You think, eventually, that nothing can disturb you and that your nerves are impregnable. Yet, looking down at that familiar face, I realized that death is something to which we never become calloused.

The first moments of sleep are an image of death; a hazy torpor grips our thoughts and it becomes impossible for us to determine the exact instant when the "I," under another form, continues the task of existence.

Contemplation of life after retirement and life after death can help you deal with contemporary challenges.

That death was near, I suppose I believed, but I saw it only as a rest after the day's work.

Death is not my best subject.