I’m not afraid to die. But what worries me the most about death is the heartache I’ll be causing those who love me.

True love defies the realm of death.

Today, I have a serene look on death, and without particular religious feelings, I have an absolute conviction that we continue to live after our death, in another indeterminable metamorphose, just like a butterfly that comes out of its cocoon. But we also live on in the memory of those who remain.

Life is the enjoyment of delusion. Death is the zenith of disillusion.

The water run-off is like the race of time toward death.