“Death cannot stop true love… all it can do is delay it for awhile.”
~From the movie “The Princess Bride”

“I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.”
~Agatha Christie

“I have three phobias which, could I mute them, would make my life as slick as a sonnet, but as dull as ditch water: I hate to go to bed, I hate to get up, and I hate to be alone.’’
~Tallulah Bankhead, American actress (1903-1968)

“Man loves company even if only that of a small burning candle.”
~Georg Christoph Lichtenberg

“Human life consists in mutual service. No grief, pain, misfortune, or ‘broken heart,’ is excuse for cutting off one’s life while any power of service remains. But when all usefulness is over, when one is assured of an unavoidable and imminent death, it is the simplest of human rights to choose a quick and easy death in place of a slow and horrible one.”
Charlotte Perkins Gilman, in her suicide note, august 17, 1935

and in the same vein, because I really really believe this:

To die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly.
Death of one’s own free choice, death at the proper time, with a clear head and with joyfulness, consummated in the midst of children and witnesses: so that an actual leave-taking is possible while he who is leaving is still there.
~Friedrich Nietzsche

“Man’s loneliness is but his fear of life.”
~Eugene O’Neill, American playwright (1888-1953)

“Everybody would be nice to you if they knew you were dying.”
~Bruce Pearson (Robert DeNiro) in the movie “Bang the Drum Slowly”

I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.
~John Burrough

“E quindi uscimmo a riveder le stelle.”
[“And so we came forth, and once again beheld the stars“]
– from Dante’s “Divine Comedy

“I hope the end is joyful – and I hope never to come back.”
~the last entry in the diary of Mexican painter Frida Kahlo (1907 – 1954)