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

Those who have come to be, those who will be: All will go, leaving the body behind. The skillful person, realizing the loss of all, should live the holy life ardently.

I shall live here in the rains, there in winter, elsewhere in summer, muses the fool, not aware of the nearness of death.

One lifetime is not enough to live.

You live you die and death not ends it.

Our life is made by the death of others.