I have more than once in my time woken up feeling like death.

It is natural to die as to be born.

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

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

In this world nothing can be said to be certain, except death and taxes.

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.

Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.

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?

I have spent the greater part of my life in a hotel room with seven or eight kids, looking after everyone, sorting out fights, wiping noses, handing out towels, not having a clean towel left for me.

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.

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.

It requires more courage to suffer than to die.

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

In war, you win or lose, live or die – and the difference is just an eyelash.

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.

Every parting gives a foretaste of death, every reunion a hint of the resurrection.

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.

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

They died hard, those savage men – like wounded wolves at bay. They were filthy, and they were lousy, and they stunk. And I loved them.

The loss of life will be irreplaceable.

I felt like I might as well have been living in another part of the solar system.

One can survive everything, nowadays, except death, and live down everything except a good reputation.

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

Death is a fearful thing.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

If I think more about death than some other people, it is probably because I love life more than they do.

I just hope people don’t get sick of us. I’m sick of us and I’m in Destiny’s Child.

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

Individuality is founded in feeling; and the recesses of feeling, the darker, blinder strata of character, are the only places in the world in which we catch real fact in the making, and directly perceive how events happen, and how work is actually done.

Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for each of us, the sun will go down for the last, last time.

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

All of our reasoning ends in surrender to feeling.

When death comes it is never our tenderness that we repent from, but our severity.

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

The feeling is constantly growing on me that I had been the first to hear the greeting of one planet to another.

To some extent I liken slavery to death.

It is really very important while you are young to live in an environment in which there is no fear. Most of us, as we grow older, become frightened; we are afraid of living, afraid of losing a job, afraid of tradition, afraid of what the neighbours, or what the wife or husband would say, afraid of death.

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

In modern war… you will die like a dog for no good reason.

If my survival caused another to perish, then death would be sweeter and more beloved.

Those who hope for no other life are dead even for this.

Most of the confidence which I appear to feel, especially when influenced by noon wine, is only a pretense.

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

And why not death rather than living torment? To die is to be banish’d from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish’d from her Is self from self: a deadly banishment!

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

It was something I never expected to – I never expected the book would sell in the first place. I was hoping for a quick and merciful death at the hands of the reviewers.

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.

The truth is I love being alive. And I love feeling free. So if I can’t have those things then I feel like a caged animal and I’d rather not be in a cage. I’d rather be dead. And it’s real simple. And I think it’s not that uncommon.

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.

It always seems to me so odd that when a man dies, he takes out with him all the knowledge that he has got in his lifetime whilst sowing his wild oats or winning successes. And he leaves his sons or younger brothers to go through all the work of learning it over again from their own experience.

The outer passes away; the innermost is the same yesterday, today, and forever.

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

One is still what one is going to cease to be and already what one is going to become. One lives one’s death, one dies one’s life.

If you want special results, you have to feel special things and do special things together. You can speak about spirit, or you can live it.

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

Millions of people die every day. Everyone’s got to go sometime.