Category: Death
Grumbling is the death of love.
In every parting there is an image of death.
People who get up early in the morning cause war, death and famine.
The dead do not hurt you; only the living do.
There are always two deaths, the real one and the one people know about.
when I become death. Death is the seed from which I grow.
Life is a bitter sweet journey my friend, a bitter sweet journey.
Death isn’t the end, it’s the beginning.
Now, I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.
Death is my lover and he wants to move in.
