I have more than once in my time woken up feeling like death.

From an eternal perspective, the only death that is truly premature is the death of one who is not prepared to meet God.

Either he’s dead or my watch has stopped.

Madame, all stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he is no true-story teller who would keep that from you.

We’re all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities. We are eaten up by nothing.

If you can feel that Mother Earth is in you, and you are Mother Earth, then you are not any longer afraid to die because the earth is not dying. Like a wave appears and disappears and appears again.

The heretic is always better dead. And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.

Whether for life or death, do your own work well.

One can survive everything, nowadays, except death, and live down everything except a good reputation.

Great is the power of habit. It teaches us to bear fatigue and to despise wounds and pain.

Death, like birth, is a secret of Nature.

Sometimes I think it would be easier to avoid old age, to die young, but then you’d never complete your life, would you? You’d never wholly know you.

To run away from trouble is a form of cowardice and, while it is true that the suicide braves death, he does it not for some noble object but to escape some ill.

Fear seems to have many causes. Fear of loss, fear of failure, fear of being hurt, and so on, but ultimately all fear is the ego’s fear of death, of annihilation. To the ego, death is always just around the corner. In this mind-identified state, fear of death affects every aspect of your life.

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new.

What an encouraging thought that Jesus – our beloved Husband – can find comfort in our lowly feeble gifts! Can this be, for it seems far too good to be true? May we then be willing to endure trials or even death itself if through these hardships we are assisted in bringing gladness to Immanuel’s heart.

I feel exhausted if I teach too long.

When I wake up in the morning, I feel just like any other insecure 24-year-old girl.

Men are never really willing to die except for the sake of freedom: therefore they do not believe in dying completely.

Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there’s a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.

And why not death rather than living torment? To die is to be banish’d from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish’d from her Is self from self: a deadly banishment!

Once writing has become your major vice and greatest pleasure, only death can stop it.

There’s something about death that is comforting. The thought that you could die tomorrow frees you to appreciate your life now.

Confront a corpse at least once. The absolute absence of life is the most disturbing and challenging confrontation you will ever have.

Death may be the greatest of all human blessings.

‚Fame‘ exhausts me.

They died hard, those savage men – like wounded wolves at bay. They were filthy, and they were lousy, and they stunk. And I loved them.

Bullfighting is the only art in which the artist is in danger of death and in which the degree of brilliance in the performance is left to the fighter’s honor.

War is war. The only good human being is a dead one.

When I die, I’m gonna leave my body to science fiction.

If you get something right, you really feel it, right in your chest, on stage. I think it’s an incomparable experience.

Men are convinced of your arguments, your sincerity, and the seriousness of your efforts only by your death.

Good is positive. Evil is merely privative, not absolute: it is like cold, which is the privation of heat. All evil is so much death or nonentity. Benevolence is absolute and real. So much benevolence as a man hath, so much life hath he.

I look forward to death with great anticipation, to meeting God face to face.

Absence and death are the same – only that in death there is no suffering.

It is not death that a man should fear, but he should fear never beginning to live.

For something to collapse, not all systems have to shut down. In most cases, just one system is enough. For example, the human body is a system of systems. If just one system, such as the cardiovascular system, shuts down, death follows.

I always felt an outsider.

While I understand the passions and the anger that arise over the death of Michael Brown, giving into that anger by looting or carrying guns, and even attacking the police, only serves to raise tensions and stir chaos.

If I died tomorrow, I would be a happy girl.

Previous generations understood about death, and undoubtedly would have seen a reasonable amount of death. Once you get into the Victorian era, you might well have seen the funerals of many of your siblings before you were very old.

Death and vulgarity are the only two facts in the nineteenth century that one cannot explain away.

If we lose love and self respect for each other, this is how we finally die.

What then do you call your soul? What idea have you of it? You cannot of yourselves, without revelation, admit the existence within you of anything but a power unknown to you of feeling and thinking.

I don’t want to achieve immortality through my work. I want to achieve it through not dying.

It matters not how a man dies, but how he lives. The act of dying is not of importance, it lasts so short a time.

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.

Life is better than death, I believe, if only because it is less boring, and because it has fresh peaches in it.

He would make a lovely corpse.

Wisdom is nothing but a preparation of the soul, a capacity, a secret art of thinking, feeling and breathing thoughts of unity at every moment of life.

Death is caused by swallowing small amounts of saliva over a long period of time.

Racism and injustice and violence sweep our world, bringing a tragic harvest of heartache and death.

Let us beware of saying that death is the opposite of life. The living being is only a species of the dead, and a very rare species.

Dying is one of the few things that can be done as easily lying down.

Science must have originated in the feeling that something was wrong.

I felt like I might as well have been living in another part of the solar system.

There’s no tragedy in life like the death of a child. Things never get back to the way they were.

The act of dying is one of the acts of life.

Most of the confidence which I appear to feel, especially when influenced by noon wine, is only a pretense.

Death will be a great relief. No more interviews.