The first days of November remind us of an inevitable reality we all must eventually face—death. Here are Italian proverbs that provide glimpses into that nether world and its significance:
He who lives with hope dies singing.
Where there’s a will, there is a relative!
Two things are certain—death and taxes.
He who wants everything gets nothing, then dies of rage!
There’s a remedy for everything, except death and idiocy.
A person who lives badly, dies badly.
Death takes everyone, whether beautiful or ugly.
It’s useless to fight love—and death!
He who desires death is cowardly; he who fears it is worse.
It is best not to ask when one is going to die—or when one’s husband is coming home.
You know where you were born, but don’t know where you’ll die.
Death hurts for someone who doesn’t have faith in the Supreme!
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