You hear a lot of dialogue on the death of the American family. Families aren't dying. They're merging into big conglomerates.
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To die, to sleep To sleep, perchance to dream, ay there's the rub, For in that sleep of death what dreams may comeWhen we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause there's the respectThat makes calamity of so long life.
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Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality.
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To be, or not to be that is the question Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them To die to sleep No more and by a sleep to say we end The heartache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 't is a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep To sleep perchance to dream ay, there's the rub For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of Thus conscience does make cowards of us all And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.
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Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
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Perhaps the only misplaced curiosity is that which persists in trying to find out here, on this side of death, what lies beyond the grave.
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If he could only see how small a vacancy his death would leave, the proud man would think less of the place he occupies in his lifetime.
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There was silence deep as death, And the boldest held his breath For a time.
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What then is capital punishment but the most premeditated of murders, to which no criminal's deed, however calculated it may be, can be compared For there to be an equivalence, the death penalty would have to punish a criminal, who had warned his victim of the date at which he would inflict a horrible death on him, and who from that moment onward had confined him at his mercy for months. Such a monster is not encountered in private life.
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Then more fierce The conflict grew; the din of arms, the yell Of savage rage, the shriek of agony, The groan of death, commingled in one sound Of undistinguish'd horrors.
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Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires I have lost friends, some by death others through sheer inability to cross the street.
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The true lover of learning then must his earliest youth, as far as in him lies, desire all truth... He whose desires are drawn toward knowledge in every form will be absorbed in the pleasures of the soul, and will hardly feel bodily pleasures I mean, if he be a true philosopher and not a sham one... Then how can he who has the magnificence of mind and is the spectator of all times and all existence, think much of human life He cannot. Or can such a one account death fearful No indeed.
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The leading cause of death among fashion models is falling through street grates.
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And another of his disciples said unto him, Lord, suffer me first to go and bury my father. But Jesus said unto him, Follow me; and let the dead bury their dead.
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Written as a reaction to the high casualty rates of the British Expeditionary Force at Mons and Le Cateau
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In the works of Lucretius, we find two reasons why we shouldn?t worry about death. If you have had a successful life, Lucretius tell us, there?s no reason to mind its end. And, if you haven?t had a good time,?Why do you seek to add more years, which woul
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A lion is much more dreadful to him that never saw him, than he is to his keeper who feedeth him every day. A pitched battle is more frightful and scaring to a new listed soldier, that never took his place in the field before, nor saw the dreadful counten
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Tomorrow we shall meet, Death and I. And he shall thrust his sword Into one who is wide awake.
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[written for his friend and mentor, A. B. Maston]
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I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus With tigery stripes, and a face on it Round as the moon, to stare up. I want to be looking at them when they come Picking among the dumb minerals, the roots. I see them already the pale, star distanc
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What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.
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All are equal Death lays his icy hand on kings: Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
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Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.
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I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.
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