The idea of saving anything was folly, a life especially. No life had been truly saved, not in the history of mankind. They were merely prolonged. Everything comes to an end.

...{I]f everything that has some share of life were to die, and if after death the dead remained in that form and did not come to life again, would it not be quite inevitable that in the end everything should be dead and nothing alive?... [W]hat possible means could prevent their number from being exhausted by death?

Une vie ne vaut rien, mais rien ne vaut une vie.

Nobody can be saved from anything, unless they save themselves.

Life was never meant to be safe. It was meant to be lived right to the end.

Life is a misery, death an uncertainty. Suppose it steals suddenly upon me, in what state shall I leave this world? When can I learn what I have here neglected to learn? Or is it true that death will cut off and put an end to all care and all feeling? This is something to be inquired into.

But no, this cannot be true. It is not for nothing, it is not meaningless that all over the world is displayed the high and towering authority of the Christian faith.

Such great and wonderful things would never have been done for us by God, if the life of the soul were to end with the death of the body. Why then do I delay? Why do I not abandon my hopes of this world and devote myself entirely to the search for God and for the happy life?

Perfect preservation isn't life, it’s death.

No, child, you’re wrong. They’re not the same. Life means hope, death is nothing at all.

Why take life seriously? No one gets out alive anyways.

You see, there can be no life without death

You've never lived until you've almost died. For those who have fought for it, life has a flavor the protected shall never know.

No man’s life should be accounted a happy one until it is over.

Nothing lasts for ever.

there never is a happy ending because nothing ever ends.