死
译文：年纪大了经不起生死离别，在异乡的日子里眼泪总打湿衣裳。
译文：江河东流永不回头，生死其实就像一场梦。
The past is never dead. It's not even past.
The worst thing about war is that it makes people get used to death.
He not busy being born is busy dying.
The dead speak through us, in our dreams, in our words.
To be forgotten is worse than death.
There is no death, daughter. People die only when we forget them.
The past is not dead; it is not even past.
There is no greater glory than to die for love.
The only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love.
It is far more difficult to murder a phantom than a reality.
A first sign of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die.
Time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.
The communication of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
Every man's life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.