"The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying." ― Jean Cocteau Topic(s): Death Tags: birth More From Jean Cocteau "Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie." "Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious." "The actual tragedies of life bear no relation to one’s preconceived ideas. In the event, one is always bewildered by their simplicity, their grandeur of design, and by that element of the bizarre which seems inherent in them." More In Death "The darkness of death is like the evening twilight; it makes all objects appear more lovely to the dying."― Jean Paul "Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light."― James Russell Lowell "In every death, a busy world comes to an end."― Mason Cooley