The death of Abdel Nasser on September 28, 1970, was an irreversible setback for Egypt.

It is the cause, not the death, that makes the martyr.

Without health life is not life; it is only a state of langour and suffering – an image of death.

In every parting there is an image of death.

The truth is I love being alive. And I love feeling free. So if I can’t have those things then I feel like a caged animal and I’d rather not be in a cage. I’d rather be dead. And it’s real simple. And I think it’s not that uncommon.

Millions of people die every day. Everyone’s got to go sometime.

It’s not that I’m afraid to die. I just don’t want to be there when it happens.

In modern war… you will die like a dog for no good reason.

A squirrel dying in front of your house may be more relevant to your interests right now than people dying in Africa.

The quietly pacifist peaceful always die to make room for men who shout.

When I was elected President nobody asked me to negotiate between Israel and Egypt. It was not even a question raised in my campaign. But I felt that one of the reasons that I was elected President was to try to bring peace to the Holy Land.

You’re going to die. You’re going to be dead. It could be 20 years, it could be tomorrow, anytime. So am I. I mean, we’re just going to be gone. The world’s going to go on without us. All right now. You do your job in the face of that, and how seriously you take yourself you decide for yourself.

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

Death is a commingling of eternity with time; in the death of a good man, eternity is seen looking through time.

Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.

When men and woman die, as poets sung, his heart’s the last part moves, her last, the tongue.

It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.

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

It is impossible to experience one’s death objectively and still carry a tune.

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.

I am not made for politics because I am incapable of wanting or accepting the death of the adversary.

Death means change our clothes. Clothes become old, then time to come change. So this body become old, and then time come, take young body.

From the heights of these pyramids, forty centuries look down on us.

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

How happy had it been for me had I been slain in the battle. It had been far more noble to have died the victim of the enemy than fall a sacrifice to the rage of my friends.

Man weeps to think that he will die so soon; woman, that she was born so long ago.

The charm of fame is so great that we like every object to which it is attached, even death.

Death is a release from the impressions of the senses, and from desires that make us their puppets, and from the vagaries of the mind, and from the hard service of the flesh.

Everybody loves you when you’re six foot in the ground.

It is really very important while you are young to live in an environment in which there is no fear. Most of us, as we grow older, become frightened; we are afraid of living, afraid of losing a job, afraid of tradition, afraid of what the neighbours, or what the wife or husband would say, afraid of death.

I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.

My other brother-in-law died. He was a karate expert, then joined the army. The first time he saluted, he killed himself.

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

Prepare for death, if here at night you roam, and sign your will before you sup from home.

Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of all.

They wrote in the old days that it is sweet and fitting to die for one’s country. But in modern war, there is nothing sweet nor fitting in your dying. You will die like a dog for no good reason.

Football (soccer) is a matter of life and death, except more important.

The Egyptians could run to Egypt, the Syrians into Syria. The only place we could run was into the sea, and before we did that we might as well fight.

When death comes it is never our tenderness that we repent from, but our severity.

It always seems to me so odd that when a man dies, he takes out with him all the knowledge that he has got in his lifetime whilst sowing his wild oats or winning successes. And he leaves his sons or younger brothers to go through all the work of learning it over again from their own experience.

We do not know what love is. We know the symptoms of it, the pleasure, the pain, the fear, the anxiety and so on. We try to solve the symptoms, which becomes a wandering in darkness. We spend our days and nights in this, and it is soon over in death.

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.

I’m not afraid to die, I just don’t want to be there when it happens.

It is natural to die as to be born.

Even today we raise our hand against our brother… We have perfected our weapons, our conscience has fallen asleep, and we have sharpened our ideas to justify ourselves as if it were normal we continue to sow destruction, pain, death. Violence and war lead only to death.

The next time someone tells you we can trim the budget by cutting aid, I hope you will ask whether it will come at the cost of more people dying.

Life and death are one thread, the same line viewed from different sides.

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.

A useless life is an early death.

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.

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

As long as your body is healthy and under control and death is distant, try to save your soul; when death is immanent what can you do?

Once you get a spice in your home, you have it forever. Women never throw out spices. The Egyptians were buried with their spices. I know which one I’m taking with me when I go.

Death is a fearful thing.

Our life is made by the death of others.

We can come to look upon the deaths of our enemies with as much regret as we feel for those of our friends, namely, when we miss their existence as witnesses to our success.

Death is the king of this world: ‚Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.

To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.

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

Life levels all men. Death reveals the eminent.