Death (n.) is a moment like a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.
Death (n.) is the kind umpire of men's miseries.
Death (n.) is the undiscover'd country, from whose bourne No traveler returns.
Death (n.) is the undiscovered country.
Death (n.) is unavoidable — die this year and you don't have to die the next.
Death (n.) is natural — All that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.
Death (n.) is desirable — O! that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve itself into a dew.
Death (n.) is unavoidable — A man can die but once. We owe God a death.
Death (n.) is a reconciler; the grave swallows distinction first, the distinction that made us foes, laying us all down in peace together.
Death (n.) is our own; it is a pang as great for the poor beetle that we tread upon as when a giant dies.
Death (n.) is to have all of one's conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, shrunk to the small measure of a corpse in repose.