Death then, being the way and condition of life, we cannot love to live if we cannot bear to die

Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still.

Let come what will, I mean to bear it out, And either live with glorious victorie, Or die with fame renown'd for chivalrie: He is not worthy of the honey-comb, That shuns the hives because the bees have stings

He that lives to live forever, never fears dying.

I could die for you. But I couldn't, and wouldn't, live for you.

Live as if you had one minute left to live. You then have at least one minute of life to it's fullest...then do it again, until you actually die.