I’ve looked that old scoundrel death in the eye many times but this time I think he has me on the ropes.

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!

The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.

All diseases run into one, old age.

Biography lends to death a new terror.

If we had a keen vision of all that is ordinary in human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow or the squirrel’s heart beat, and we should die of that roar which is the other side of silence.

We fear that this moment will end, that we won’t get what we need, that we will lose what we love, or that we will not be safe. Often, our biggest fear is the knowledge that one day our bodies will cease functioning. So even when we are surrounded by all the conditions for happiness, our joy is not complete.

There are worse things in life than death. Have you ever spent an evening with an insurance salesman?

Except for the young or very happy, I can’t say I am sorry for anyone who dies.

The stroke of death is as a lover’s pinch, which hurts and is desired.

The only way to take sorrow out of death is to take love out of life.

Man the individual consoles himself for his passing with the thought of the offspring or the works which he leaves behind.

Whenever a high-profile leader dies, people immediately attempt to summarize that person’s life in a sentence. Often, critics and commentators get caught up looking at the leader’s style, or which political or philosophical camp they represented.

I don’t know how much longer I’ll be around. I’ll probably be writing when the Lord says, ‚Maya, Maya Angelou, it’s time.‘

Can a mortal ask questions which God finds unanswerable? Quite easily, I should think. All nonsense questions are unanswerable.

I make preparations both to live and to die every day, but with the emphasis on not dying, and on acting as if I was going to carry on living.

An unused life is an early death.

Death wasn’t part of God’s original plan for humanity, and the Bible calls death an enemy – the last enemy to be destroyed.

Death is one moment, and life is so many of them.

My fear was not of death itself, but a death without meaning.

In war, you win or lose, live or die – and the difference is just an eyelash.

Death is acceptable only if it represents the physically necessary passage toward a union, the condition of a metamorphosis.

From the dust of the earth, from the common elementary fund, the Creator has made Homo sapiens. From the same material he has made every other creature, however noxious and insignificant to us. They are earth-born companions and our fellow mortals.

If I think more about death than some other people, it is probably because I love life more than they do.

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.

My personal telephone book is a book of the dead now. I’m so old. Almost all of my friends have died, and I don’t have the guts to take their names out of the book.

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

Those who do not know how to live must make a merit of dying.

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

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

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

One should die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly.

As a medical doctor, I have known the face of adversity. I have seen much of death and dying, suffering and sorrow. I also remember the plight of students overwhelmed by their studies and of those striving to learn a foreign language. And I recall the fatigue and frustration felt by young parents with children in need.

We all gonna die eventually from something or other, but don’t be a wimp. Put up a good fight.

As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so a life well spent brings happy death.

You’re born. You suffer. You die. Fortunately, there’s a loophole.

I am 55 years old now. It takes three years to write one book. I don’t know how many books I will be able to write before I die. It is like a countdown. So with each book I am praying – please let me live until I am finished.

I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.

At seventy-seven it is time to be in earnest.

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

Sooner or later, I hate to break it to you, you’re gonna die, so how do you fill in the space between here and there? It’s yours. Seize your space.

I’ve got all the money I’ll ever need, if I die by four o’clock.

Either he’s dead or my watch has stopped.

Our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this planet. We all breathe the same air. We all cherish our children’s future. And we are all mortal.

You either get tired fighting for peace, or you die.

I’m sorry, it’s true. Having children really changes your view on these things. We’re born, we live for a brief instant, and we die. It’s been happening for a long time. Technology is not changing it much – if at all.

The only difference between death and taxes is that death doesn’t get worse every time Congress meets.

After your death you will be what you were before your birth.

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.

I have thought there was some advantage even in death, by which we mingle with the herd of common men.

It is better to die than to preserve this life by incurring disgrace. The loss of life causes but a moment’s grief, but disgrace brings grief every day of one’s life.

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.

Death and genitals are things that frighten people, and when people are frightened, they develop means of concealment and aggression. It is common sense.

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.

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.

The more you live in the present moment, the more the fear of death disappears.

I don’t believe in death, neither in flesh nor in spirit.

Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children is increased by tales, so is the other.

If I make music and people hate it, you know, whatever. I’ll die someday, and one day, they will too.

My gold, my money couldn’t stop cancer from appearing on my body. If they can’t save me, then I don’t need them.

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