I think when you see an aircraft fire, these angry, black puffs of smoke, knowing that one of them could kill you that you – you – you understand the seriousness of the mission. And you understand your own mortality.

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

Disease generally begins that equality which death completes.

When written in Chinese, the word ‚crisis‘ is composed of two characters. One represents danger and the other represents opportunity.

Dying is a wild night and a new road.

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.

John F. Kennedy was the victim of the hate that was a part of our country. It is a disease that occupies the minds of the few but brings danger to the many.

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

Can a mortal ask questions which God finds unanswerable? Quite easily, I should think. All nonsense questions are unanswerable.

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.

Red is such an interesting color to correlate with emotion, because it’s on both ends of the spectrum. On one end you have happiness, falling in love, infatuation with someone, passion, all that. On the other end, you’ve got obsession, jealousy, danger, fear, anger and frustration.

By the time you’ve reached your sixties, you do know that one day you will die, and knowing that is at least the beginning of wisdom.

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.

Life is a gamble. You can get hurt, but people die in plane crashes, lose their arms and legs in car accidents; people die every day. Same with fighters: some die, some get hurt, some go on. You just don’t let yourself believe it will happen to you.

The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.

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

If danger arises in the present moment, there may be an emotion. There may even be pain. But that’s a challenge, not a problem. For a problem to exist, you need time and repetitive mind activity.

We all gonna die eventually from something or other, but don’t be a wimp. Put up a good fight.

Every man must do two things alone; he must do his own believing and his own dying.

Danger is sauce for prayers.

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.

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

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

Death to me means nothing as long as I can die fast.

Great talents are the most lovely and often the most dangerous fruits on the tree of humanity. They hang upon the most slender twigs that are easily snapped off.

Every time I think that I’m getting old, and gradually going to the grave, something else happens.

At what point then is the approach of danger to be expected? I answer, if it ever reach us, it must spring up amongst us. It cannot come from abroad. If destruction be our lot, we must ourselves be its author and finisher. As a nation of freemen, we must live through all time, or die by suicide.

I think that a man should not live beyond the age when he begins to deteriorate, when the flame that lighted the brightest moment of his life has weakened.

We don’t get a chance to do that many things, and every one should be really excellent. Because this is our life. Life is brief, and then you die, you know? So this is what we’ve chosen to do with our life.

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

You’re born. You suffer. You die. Fortunately, there’s a loophole.

Bullfighting is the only art in which the artist is in danger of death and in which the degree of brilliance in the performance is left to the fighter’s honor.

A person’s fears are lighter when the danger is at hand.

Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything – all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure – these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important.

Because I believe in God and have faith in God, it doesn’t mean I am immortal. It doesn’t mean I am immune, as has been claimed. I am as scared as anyone of getting hurt, especially driving a Formula One car.

It’s not catastrophes, murders, deaths, diseases, that age and kill us; it’s the way people look and laugh, and run up the steps of omnibuses.

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

I am 55 years old now. It takes three years to write one book. I don’t know how many books I will be able to write before I die. It is like a countdown. So with each book I am praying – please let me live until I am finished.

Constant exposure to dangers will breed contempt for them.

When you see a rattlesnake poised to strike, you do not wait until he has struck to crush him.

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

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

Our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this planet. We all breathe the same air. We all cherish our children’s future. And we are all mortal.

Vulnerability is not weakness. And that myth is profoundly dangerous.

My gold, my money couldn’t stop cancer from appearing on my body. If they can’t save me, then I don’t need them.

Death may be the greatest of all human blessings.

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

That we must all die, we always knew; I wish I had remembered it sooner.

If I make music and people hate it, you know, whatever. I’ll die someday, and one day, they will too.

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

Do not try to live forever. You will not succeed.

Colleges are like old-age homes, except for the fact that more people die in colleges.

Mortality is very different when you’re 20 to when you’re 50.

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

The body politic, as well as the human body, begins to die as soon as it is born, and carries itself the causes of its destruction.

Must not all things at the last be swallowed up in death?

It is often said that before you die your life passes before your eyes. It is in fact true. It’s called living.

For in the final analysis, our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this small planet. We all breathe the same air. We all cherish our children’s futures. And we are all mortal.

Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. The fearful are caught as often as the bold.

Politics is almost as exciting as war, and quite as dangerous. In war you can only be killed once, but in politics many times.

Sometimes I think it would be easier to avoid old age, to die young, but then you’d never complete your life, would you? You’d never wholly know you.