And sometimes we die to prove that we lived.

He that lives upon Hope, dies fasting

You are never more alive than when you are with someone as they die.

We are always dying, all the time. That's what living is; living is dying, little by little. It is a sequenced collection of individualized deaths.

I make preparations both to live and to die every day, but with the emphasis on not dying, and on acting as if I was going to carry on living.

People often ask why we die. Well, I don't know about you, but it would kill me to live and see the world die as well.