Last night I stayed up late playing poker with Tarot cards. I got a full house and four people died.

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

Only those are fit to live who are not afraid to die.

Death does not concern us, because as long as we exist, death is not here. And when it does come, we no longer exist.

You must not fear death, my lads; defy him, and you drive him into the enemy’s ranks.

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

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

Death is a fearful thing.

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

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.

Shrinking away from death is something unhealthy and abnormal which robs the second half of life of its purpose.

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

Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more.

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

Cruelty would be delicious if one could only find some sort of cruelty that didn’t really hurt.

Alas, I am dying beyond my means.

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.

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

It requires more courage to suffer than to die.

In every parting there is an image of death.

The world is put back by the death of every one who has to sacrifice the development of his or her peculiar gifts to conventionality.

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.

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

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.

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

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

It is as natural to die as to be born; and to a little infant, perhaps, the one is as painful as the other.

The art of living well and the art of dying well are one.

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

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

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.

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

To be famous, in fact, one has only to kill one’s landlady.

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

Now they show you how detergents take out bloodstains, a pretty violent image there. I think if you’ve got a T-shirt with a bloodstain all over it, maybe laundry isn’t your biggest problem. Maybe you should get rid of the body before you do the wash.

One of the first signs of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die.

Why do people sit up so late, or, more rarely, get up so early? Not because the day is not long enough, but because they have no time in the day to themselves.

The loss of life will be irreplaceable.

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

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

I’m spending a year dead for tax reasons.

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

Violent men have not been known in history to die to a man. They die up to a point.

No matter how prepared you think you are for the death of a loved one, it still comes as a shock, and it still hurts very deeply.

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

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

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

My father had died, and very swiftly, too, of cancer of the esophagus. He was 79. I am 61. In whatever kind of a ‚race‘ life may be, I have very abruptly become a finalist.

Foolish men imagine that because judgment for an evil thing is delayed, there is no justice; but only accident here below. Judgment for an evil thing is many times delayed some day or two, some century or two, but it is sure as life, it is sure as death.

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

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

You look like a talent scout for a cemetery.

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

Unbeing dead isn’t being alive.

We were born to die and we die to live. As seedlings of God, we barely blossom on earth; we fully flower in heaven.

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