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

No evil can happen to a good man, either in life or after death.

Over the centuries, mankind has tried many ways of combating the forces of evil… prayer, fasting, good works and so on. Up until Doom, no one seemed to have thought about the double-barrel shotgun. Eat leaden death, demon.

When Clark Gable died, I cried for 2 days straight. I couldn’t eat or sleep.

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

It is natural to die as to be born.

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

Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.

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

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.

Death is not natural for a state as it is for a human being, for whom death is not only necessary, but frequently even desirable.

When at just 27 years old, Qaddafi, colonel in the Libyan army, inspired by his Egyptian colleague Abdel Nasser, overthrew King Idris I in 1969, he applied important revolutionary measures such as agrarian reform and the nationalization of oil.

Death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily.

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

The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.

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.

Which death is preferably to every other? ‚The unexpected‘.

The greatest security for Israel is to create new Egypts.

Whether you like it or not, you’re forced to come to the realisation that death is out there. But I don’t fear death, I’m a fatalist. I believe when it’s your time, that’s it. It’s the hand you’re dealt.

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

Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. For even the very wise cannot see all ends.

I joyfully hasten to meet death. If it come before I have had opportunity to develop all my artistic faculties, it will come, my hard fate notwithstanding, too soon, and I should probably wish it later – yet even then I shall be happy, for will it not deliver me from a state of endless suffering?

One who does not know when to die, does not know how to live.

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

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.

I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.

Homeland or death! Socialism or death! We shall overcome!

It is possible to provide security against other ills, but as far as death is concerned, we men live in a city without walls.

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

Death is just life’s next big adventure.

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

Courage is almost a contradiction in terms. It means a strong desire to live taking the form of readiness to die.

Egypt is the second-largest recipient over a long period of U.S. military and economic aid. Israel is first.

We get into the habit of living before acquiring the habit of thinking. In that race which daily hastens us towards death, the body maintains its irreparable lead.

In war, you can only be killed once, but in politics, many times.

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

Unbeing dead isn’t being alive.

Death obsesses me, yes it does. I can’t really understand why it doesn’t obsess everyone – I think it does really, I’m just a little more out about it.

The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.

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

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

When I die, and people realize that I will not be resurrected in three days, they will forget me. That is the way it should be.

Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.

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

Alas, I am dying beyond my means.

The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation.

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.

He had a massive stroke. He died with his tie on. Do you think that could be our generation’s equivalent of that old saying about dying with your boots on?

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.

Our nature consists in motion; complete rest is death.

Each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh morning a little youth, every going to rest and sleep a little death.

On the plus side, death is one of the few things that can be done as easily lying down .

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.

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.

Peoples do not defy repression and death, nor do they remain for nights on end protesting energetically, just because of merely formal matters.

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.

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

Our life is made by the death of others.

In Egypt, on the eve of Tahrir Square, there was a major poll which found that overwhelmingly – 80-90%, numbers like that – Egyptians regarded the main threats they face as the U.S. and Israel. They don’t like Iran – Arabs generally don’t like Iran – but they didn’t consider it a threat.

Death and life have their determined appointments; riches and honors depend upon heaven.