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

Death and genitals are things that frighten people, and when people are frightened, they develop means of concealment and aggression. It is common sense.

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

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

It is vain for the coward to flee; death follows close behind; it is only by defying it that the brave escape.

Alas, I am dying beyond my means.

Peoples do not defy repression and death, nor do they remain for nights on end protesting energetically, just because of merely formal matters.

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.

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

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

Everybody loves you when you’re six foot in the ground.

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.

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.

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

Death is one moment, and life is so many of them.

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.

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

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

Death is not the worst that can happen to men.

Life is better than death, I believe, if only because it is less boring, and because it has fresh peaches in it.

Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.

The quietly pacifist peaceful always die to make room for men who shout.

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 is just life’s next big adventure.

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

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.

A useless life is an early death.

Love, we say, is life; but love without hope and faith is agonizing death.

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

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?

Science must have originated in the feeling that something was wrong.

When I wake up in the morning, I feel just like any other insecure 24-year-old girl.

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.

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

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

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.

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

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.

He had a massive stroke. He died with his tie on. Do you think that could be our generation’s equivalent of that old saying about dying with your boots on?

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

Dying is a wild night and a new road.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

Death is not natural for a state as it is for a human being, for whom death is not only necessary, but frequently even desirable.

The act of dying is one of the acts of life.

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

The death of my father is probably the biggest thing that I ever faced. Daddy and I were best friends.

Our fatigue is often caused not by work, but by worry, frustration and resentment.

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.

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.

What an encouraging thought that Jesus – our beloved Husband – can find comfort in our lowly feeble gifts! Can this be, for it seems far too good to be true? May we then be willing to endure trials or even death itself if through these hardships we are assisted in bringing gladness to Immanuel’s heart.

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.

Obviously, there’s a part of me that takes the world of violence and death very seriously. However, when it comes to protection, or when it comes to just the skill of shooting… I’ve gone to the range with sniper rifles and things like that.

If we don’t know life, how can we know death?

When I listen to a song, I don’t say, ‚Oh my gosh, that vocal line she sang was the best thing I ever heard.‘ I’m thinking, ‚That lyric just moves me. That lyric just said what I feel better than I could say it myself.‘