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    Madame, all stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he is no true-story teller who would keep that from you.

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Boy, when you are dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has read more

Boy, when you are dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a god dam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you are dead? Nobody.

by J. D. Salinger Found in: Death Quotes,
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If we don't know life, how can we know death?

If we don't know life, how can we know death?

by Confucius Found in: Death Quotes,
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The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.

The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.

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I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.

I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.

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Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.

Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.

by William Shakespeare Found in: Death Quotes,
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We must all die!
All leave ourselves, it matters not where, when,
Nor how, so we die read more

We must all die!
All leave ourselves, it matters not where, when,
Nor how, so we die well; and can that man that does so
Need lamentation for him?

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It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.

It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.

by J.k. Rowling Found in: Death Quotes,
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In the democracy of the dead all men at last are equal. There is neither rank nor station nor prerogative read more

In the democracy of the dead all men at last are equal. There is neither rank nor station nor prerogative in the republic of the grave.

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So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;
So gently shuts read more

So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;
So gently shuts the eye of day;
So dies a wave along the shore.

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