Alas, I am dying beyond my means.

Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die.

Absence and death are the same – only that in death there is no suffering.

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

Some folks believe that hardship breeds artistic creativity. I don’t buy it. One can put up with poverty for a while when one is young, but it will inevitably wear a person down.

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.

There will be no lasting peace either in the heart of individuals or in social customs until death is outlawed.

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

Death, like birth, is a secret of Nature.

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

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

Nothing in life is promised except death.

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

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.

No one is so miserable as the poor person who maintains the appearance of wealth.

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.

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

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

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

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.

Life is so, so short. Bible says it’s like a vapor.

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.

Some people die at 25 and aren’t buried until 75.

In the brute physical world, and the one encompassed by medicine, there are all too many things that could kill you, don’t kill you, and then leave you considerably weaker.

One has to pay dearly for immortality; one has to die several times while one is still alive.

As far as I’m concerned, I’m a writer who’s writing books, and therefore, I don’t want to die. You’d miss the end of the book wouldn’t you? You can’t die with an unfinished book.

I’m not resigned, but I’m realistic too. The statistics in my case are very poor. Not many people come through esophageal cancer and live to talk about it, or not for long. And the other wager is, the part of the wager, it’s a certainty you’ll have a terrible time and you may wish you were dying because it’s an awful process.

Life levels all men. Death reveals the eminent.

When I was very young I was sort of floored by the fact that my mother and my father and everyone I knew was going to die one day, and myself too. I had a sort of a philosophical crisis. I couldn’t believe that we were mortal.

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

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.

It put our energies to sleep and made visionaries of us – dreamers and indolent… It is good to begin life poor; it is good to begin life rich – these are wholesome; but to begin it prospectively rich! The man who has not experienced it cannot imagine the curse of it.

An unused life is an early death.

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

I don’t think I’ve ever felt that same kind of peace, the kind of serenity that I felt after acknowledging that maybe I was going to die of this TB.

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

It is not only the living who are killed in war.

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

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.

He was a great patriot, a humanitarian, a loyal friend; provided, of course, he really is dead.

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.

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

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.

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

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.

Very few people can afford to be poor.

Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness, and dies by chance.

It seems sensible to me that we should look to the medical profession, that over the centuries has helped us to live longer and healthier lives, to help us die peacefully among our loved ones in our own home without a long stay in God’s waiting room.

Between us and heaven or hell there is only life, which is the frailest thing in the world.

One always dies too soon or too late. And yet, life is there, finished: the line is drawn, and it must all be added up. You are nothing other than your life.

Mendacity is a system that we live in. Liquor is one way out an death’s the other.

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

Sleep is the interest we have to pay on the capital which is called in at death; and the higher the rate of interest and the more regularly it is paid, the further the date of redemption is postponed.

If I died tomorrow, I would be a happy girl.

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

My only fear is that I may live too long. This would be a subject of dread to me.

I intend, before the endgame looms, to die sitting in a chair in my own garden with a glass of brandy in my hand and Thomas Tallis on the iPod. Oh, and since this is England, I had better add, ‚If wet, in the library.‘ Who could say that this is bad?

Only on the edge of the grave can man conclude anything.

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.

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

Millions of people die every day. Everyone’s got to go sometime. I’ve came by this particular tumor honestly. If you smoke, which I did for many years very heavily with occasional interruption, and if you use alcohol, you make yourself a candidate for it in your sixties.