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

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

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

Fear seems to have many causes. Fear of loss, fear of failure, fear of being hurt, and so on, but ultimately all fear is the ego’s fear of death, of annihilation. To the ego, death is always just around the corner. In this mind-identified state, fear of death affects every aspect of your life.

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

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

What we live by we die by.

I look upon death to be as necessary to our constitution as sleep. We shall rise refreshed in the morning.

Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there’s a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.

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?

Cruelty would be delicious if one could only find some sort of cruelty that didn’t really hurt.

While I understand the passions and the anger that arise over the death of Michael Brown, giving into that anger by looting or carrying guns, and even attacking the police, only serves to raise tensions and stir chaos.

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

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

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

Violent men have not been known in history to die to a man. They die up to a point.

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

Life levels all men. Death reveals the eminent.

We were born to die and we die to live. As seedlings of God, we barely blossom on earth; we fully flower in heaven.

The stroke of death is as a lover’s pinch, which hurts and is desired.

You know the good part about all those executions in Texas? Fewer Texans.

Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. For even the very wise cannot see all ends.

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.

It is as natural to die as to be born; and to a little infant, perhaps, the one is as painful as the other.

Whenever a high-profile leader dies, people immediately attempt to summarize that person’s life in a sentence. Often, critics and commentators get caught up looking at the leader’s style, or which political or philosophical camp they represented.

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

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

I’ve looked that old scoundrel death in the eye many times but this time I think he has me on the ropes.

You’re going to die. You’re going to be dead. It could be 20 years, it could be tomorrow, anytime. So am I. I mean, we’re just going to be gone. The world’s going to go on without us. All right now. You do your job in the face of that, and how seriously you take yourself you decide for yourself.

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

I simply can’t build my hopes on a foundation of confusion, misery and death… I think… peace and tranquillity will return again.

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

No one can outrun death. It will catch up to all of us eventually.

I’d call him a sadistic, hippophilic necrophile, but that would be beating a dead horse.

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

It is always consoling to think of suicide: in that way one gets through many a bad night.

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

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.

Alas, I am dying beyond my means.

Disease generally begins that equality which death completes.

You look like a talent scout for a cemetery.

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.

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

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.

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

To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.

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

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

I have never believed much in luck, and my sense of humor has tended to walk on the dark side.

Only those are fit to live who are not afraid to die.

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

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.

An unused life is an early death.

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.

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?

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

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

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.

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 I died tomorrow, I would be a happy girl.

If I ever had twins, I’d use one for parts.