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

A revolution is a struggle to the death between the future and the past.

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

No thieves, no traitors, no interventionists! This time the revolution is for real!

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.

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.

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

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.

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

Socialism never arises in the earlier phases of capitalism, as, for instance, among the pioneers of civilisation in a country where there is plenty of land available for private appropriation by the last comer.

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

Poetry is the lifeblood of rebellion, revolution, and the raising of consciousness.

Death is a fearful thing.

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

What really turns me on about technology is not just the ability to get more songs on MP3 players. The revolution – this revolution – is much bigger than that. I hope, I believe. What turns me on about the digital age, what excites me personally, is that you have closed the gap between dreaming and doing.

Capitalism is using its money; we socialists throw it away.

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?

Remember that the revolution is what is important, and each one of us, alone, is worth nothing.

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.

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

No one knows whether death, which people fear to be the greatest evil, may not be the greatest good.

The loss of life will be irreplaceable.

Death is acceptable only if it represents the physically necessary passage toward a union, the condition of a metamorphosis.

Death may be the greatest of all human blessings.

For something to collapse, not all systems have to shut down. In most cases, just one system is enough. For example, the human body is a system of systems. If just one system, such as the cardiovascular system, shuts down, death follows.

In socialism, private property is anathema, and equal distribution of income the first consideration. In capitalism, private property is cardinal, and distribution left to ensue from the play of free contract and selfish interest on that basis, no matter what anomalies it may present.

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

Mr. Mijanovi and those associated with him are the hope and the conscience of the Yugoslav revolution.

Life does not cease to be funny when people die any more than it ceases to be serious when people laugh.

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

As a medical doctor, I have known the face of adversity. I have seen much of death and dying, suffering and sorrow. I also remember the plight of students overwhelmed by their studies and of those striving to learn a foreign language. And I recall the fatigue and frustration felt by young parents with children in need.

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new.

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

Men are never really willing to die except for the sake of freedom: therefore they do not believe in dying completely.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

There are worse things in life than death. Have you ever spent an evening with an insurance salesman?

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

Death will be a great relief. No more interviews.

War is war. The only good human being is a dead one.

All that seems indispensible in stating the account between the dead and the living, is to see that the debts against the latter do not exceed the advances made by the former.

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?

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

Every loss of life is terrible.

It matters not how a man dies, but how he lives. The act of dying is not of importance, it lasts so short a time.

Man is by nature a political animal.

Disease generally begins that equality which death completes.

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

I am Fidel Castro and we have come to liberate Cuba.

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

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

Nothing in life is promised except death.

When the Revolution triumphed in 1959, our island was a true Yankee colony. The United States had duped and disarmed our Liberation Army. One couldn’t speak of developed agriculture, but of immense plantations exploited on the base of manual and animal labour that in general used neither fertilizers nor machinery.

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.

Men are convinced of your arguments, your sincerity, and the seriousness of your efforts only by your death.