While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.

Death is close enough at hand so we do not need to be afraid of life.

Who knows if to live is to be dead, and to be dead, to live? And we really, it may be, are dead; in fact I once heard sages say that we are now dead, and the body is our tomb.

Our life is made by the death of others.

You live you die and death not ends it.

I think death is the most wonderful invention of life. It purges the system of these old models that are obsolete.