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dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I've a call.

If only I could understand the reason for my crying. If only I could stop this fear of dreaming that I'm dying.
Death may be the King of terrors... but Jesus is the King of kings!
Death is delightful. Death is dawn, the waking from a weary night of fevers unto truth and light.
Death doesn't affect the living because it has not happened yet. Death doesn't concern the dead because they have ceased to exist.
Death is a very dull, dreary affair, and my advice to you is to have nothing whatever to do with it.
But life is sweet, though all that makes it sweet. Lessen like sound of friends departing feet; And death is beautiful as feet of friend. Coming with welcome at our journey's end.
We need not fear life, because God is the Ruler of all and we need not fear death, because He shares immortality with us.
The Father is the Giver of Life; but the Mother is the Giver of Death, because her womb is the gate of ingress to matter, and through her life is ensouled to form, and no form can be either infinite or eternal. Death is implicit in birth.
Since the death instinct exists in the heart of everything that lives, since we suffer from trying to repress it, since everything that lives longs for rest, let us unfasten the ties that bind us to life, let us cultivate our death wish, let us develop it, water it like a plant, let it grow unhindered. Suffering and fear are born from the repression of the death wish.
I shall not wholly die, and a great part of me will escape the grave.
Tis after death that we measure men.
Pale death with an impartial foot knocks at the hovels of the poor and the palaces of king.
Our dead brothers still live for us and bid us think of life, not death -- of life to which in their youth they lent the passion and glory of Spring. As I listen, the great chorus of life and joy begins again, and amid the awful orchestra of seen and unseen powers and destinies of good and evil, our trumpets, sound once more a note of daring, hope, and will.
How frighteningly few are the persons whose death would spoil our appetite and make the world seem empty.
Death has but one terror, that it has no tomorrow.
Our repugnance to death increases in proportion to our consciousness of having lived in vain.
Death cancels everything but truth; and strips a man of everything but genius and virtue. It is a sort of natural canonization. It makes the meanest of us sacred --it installs the poet in his immortality, and lifts him to the skies. Death is the greatest assayer of the sterling ore of talent. At his touch the dropsy particles fall off, the irritable, the personal, the gross, and mingle with the dust --the finer and more ethereal part mounts with winged spirit to watch over our latest memory, and protect our bones from insult. We consign the least worthy qualities to oblivion, and cherish the nobler and imperishable nature with double pride and fondness.
If even dying is to be made a social function, then, grant me the favor of sneaking out on tiptoe without disturbing the party.
Death is a commingling of eternity with time; in the death of a good man, eternity is seen looking through time.
It is not death, but dying, which is terrible.
Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet
The last suit that you wear, you don't need any pockets.
To die is landing on some distant shore.
Like pilgrims to the appointed place we tend; The world's an inn, and death the journey's end.
Let us go in; the fog is rising.
These have not the hope to die.
I never wanted to see anybody die, but there are a few obituary notices I have read with pleasure.
I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine. It takes place in an impalpable grayness, with nothing underfoot, with nothing around, without spectators, without clamor, without glory, without the great desire of victory, without the great fear of defeat.
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
Woe, woe, woe... in a little while we shall all be dead. Therefore let us behave as though we were dead already.
Well, there's a remedy for all things but death, which will be sure to lay us flat one time or other.
Men are convinced of your arguments, your sincerity, and the seriousness of your efforts only by your death.
There will be no lasting peace either in the heart of individuals or in social customs until death is outlawed.
I have seen a thousand graves opened, and always perceived that whatever was gone, the teeth and hair remained of those who had died with them. Is not this odd? They go the very first things in youth and yet last the longest in the dust.
For the sword outwears its sheath, and the soul wears out the breast. And the heart must pause to breathe, and love itself have rest.
If life must not be taken too seriously -- then so neither must death.
Man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave.
You must not fear death, my lads; defy him, and you drive him into the enemy's ranks.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. [Psalm 23:4]