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

George Orwell is half journalist, half fiction writer. I’m 100 percent fiction writer… I don’t want to write messages. I want to write good stories. I think of myself as a political person, but I don’t state my political messages to anybody.

A useless life is an early death.

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

Every man’s life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.

Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It’s the transition that’s troublesome.

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.

Socialism in general has a record of failure so blatant that only an intellectual could ignore or evade it.

When good Americans die they go to Paris.

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

I am not afraid of death, I just don’t want to be there when it happens.

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

It’s not morbid to talk about death. Most people don’t worry about death, they worry about a bad death.

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?

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.

Socialism is the same as Communism, only better English.

I pledge you, I pledge myself, to a new deal for the American people.

To some extent I liken slavery to death.

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

What we live by we die by.

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.

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.

No one can outrun death. It will catch up to all of us eventually.

Above all, always be capable of feeling deeply any injustice committed against anyone, anywhere in the world. This is the most beautiful quality in a revolutionary.

Socialism is a philosophy of failure, the creed of ignorance, and the gospel of envy, its inherent virtue is the equal sharing of misery.

It is well enough that people of the nation do not understand our banking and monetary system, for if they did, I believe there would be a revolution before tomorrow morning.

I believe everyone should have a good death. You know, with your grandchildren around you, a bit of sobbing. Because after all, tears are appropriate on a death bed. And you say goodbye to your loved ones, making certain that one of them has been left behind to look after the shop.

Our nature consists in motion; complete rest is death.

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.

Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.

It is unnecessary to say that Fidel Castro possesses the high qualities of a fighter and statesman: our path, our struggle, and our triumph we owed to his vision.

Optimism comes less easily today, not because democracy is less vigorous, but because democracy’s enemies have refined their instruments of repression.

I should tie myself to no particular system of society other than of socialism.

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.

In India we only read about death, sickness, terrorism, crime.

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.

Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.

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.

It’s impossible, I think, however much I’d become disillusioned politically or evolve into a post-political person, I don’t think I’d ever change my view that socialism is the best political moment humans have ever come up with.

It is not death or pain that is to be dreaded, but the fear of pain or death.

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

I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.

An empty stomach is not a good political adviser.

The revolution is not an apple that falls when it is ripe. You have to make it fall.

In order to speak about all and to all, one has to speak of what all know and of the reality common to us all. The sea, rains, necessity, desire, the struggle against death… these are things that unite us all.

Power is not a means, it is an end. One does not establish a dictatorship in order to safeguard a revolution; one makes the revolution in order to establish the dictatorship.

It is natural to die as to be born.

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

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

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

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

There is no lonelier man in death, except the suicide, than that man who has lived many years with a good wife and then outlived her. If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.

As with the Christian religion, the worst advertisement for Socialism is its adherents.

As men are not able to fight against death, misery, ignorance, they have taken it into their heads, in order to be happy, not to think of them at all.

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.

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

I took part in what was actually the last eruption of Marxist internationalism.

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

I’m not afraid of death, but I’m in no hurry to die. I have so much I want to do first.

Death surrenders us totally to God: it makes us enter into him; we must, in return, surrender ourselves to death with absolute love and self-abandonment since, when death comes, all we can do is to surrender ourselves completely to the domination and guidance of God.

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.