Though I am a Catholic a professing one I have serious doubts about the survival of the human personality after death.
As a kid all I thought about was death.
For the sake of goodness and love man shall let death have no sovereignty over his thoughts.
As a kid all I thought about was death. But you can't tell your parents that.
Our criminal justice system is fallible. We know it even though we don't like to admit it. It is fallible despite the best efforts of most within it to do justice. And this fallibility is at the end of the day the most compelling persuasive and winning argument against a death penalty.
And yet I suppose you mourn the loss or the death of what you thought your life was even if you find your life is better after. You mourn the future that you thought you'd planned.
If you have only one passion in life - football - and you pursue it to the exclusion of everything else it becomes very dangerous. When you stop doing this activity it is as though you are dying. The death of that activity is a death in itself.
For those who seek to understand it death is a highly creative force. The highest spiritual values of life can originate from the thought and study of death.
If I die a violent death as some fear and a few are plotting I know that the violence will be in the thought and the action of the assassins not in my dying.
True love makes the thought of death frequent easy without terrors it merely becomes the standard of comparison the price one would pay for many things.
It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure on the world.
Even though people may be well known they hold in their hearts the emotions of a simple person for the moments that are the most important of those we know on earth: birth marriage and death.
The slave is doomed to worship time and fate and death because they are greater than anything he finds in himself and because all his thoughts are of things which they devour.
I was not encouraged to follow the career of a writer because my parents thought that I was going to starve to death. They thought nobody can make a living from being a writer in Brazil. They were not wrong.
There's something about death that is comforting. The thought that you could die tomorrow frees you to appreciate your life now.
A belief in hell and the knowledge that every ambition is doomed to frustration at the hands of a skeleton have never prevented the majority of human beings from behaving as though death were no more than an unfounded rumor.
I have thought there was some advantage even in death by which we mingle with the herd of common men.