The death of Abdel Nasser on September 28, 1970, was an irreversible setback for Egypt.

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

Sleep is the interest we have to pay on the capital which is called in at death; and the higher the rate of interest and the more regularly it is paid, the further the date of redemption is postponed.

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.

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

The Egyptians could run to Egypt, the Syrians into Syria. The only place we could run was into the sea, and before we did that we might as well fight.

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

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

Those who do not know how to live must make a merit of dying.

What we live by we die by.

The true face of smoking is disease, death and horror – not the glamour and sophistication the pushers in the tobacco industry try to portray.

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

Disease generally begins that equality which death completes.

Imagine your family finally making it from nothing to something, and finally getting things going, and finally buying a beautiful house and taking care of your children – and the next day, it’s completely all gone. Zero. Boom. Flat broke. So that’s when I had to man up.

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.

Growing up, my grandmother did not want worldly music in the house. Then when I went out to California, I started listening to Spanish music, mostly Mexican music. But were I in Egypt, I would listen to the music of the people, or if I was in Italy, I’d listen to Italian music.

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.

Death is a fearful thing.

He would make a lovely corpse.

Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children is increased by tales, so is the other.

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

Either he’s dead or my watch has stopped.

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.

The only way to take sorrow out of death is to take love out of life.

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

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

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.

Whether you like it or not, you’re forced to come to the realisation that death is out there. But I don’t fear death, I’m a fatalist. I believe when it’s your time, that’s it. It’s the hand you’re dealt.

Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die.

What pity is it That we can die, but once to serve our country.

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

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 should die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly.

They wrote in the old days that it is sweet and fitting to die for one’s country. But in modern war, there is nothing sweet nor fitting in your dying. You will die like a dog for no good reason.

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

Death is just life’s next big adventure.

Once writing has become your major vice and greatest pleasure, only death can stop it.

My fear was not of death itself, but a death without meaning.

I joyfully hasten to meet death. If it come before I have had opportunity to develop all my artistic faculties, it will come, my hard fate notwithstanding, too soon, and I should probably wish it later – yet even then I shall be happy, for will it not deliver me from a state of endless suffering?

The people of Egypt are an intelligent people with a glorious history who left their mark on civilization.

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

The greatest security for Israel is to create new Egypts.

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.

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.

Let us beware of saying that death is the opposite of life. The living being is only a species of the dead, and a very rare species.

Death may be the greatest of all human blessings.

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.

We get into the habit of living before acquiring the habit of thinking. In that race which daily hastens us towards death, the body maintains its irreparable lead.

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.

I am not made for politics because I am incapable of wanting or accepting the death of the adversary.

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

Death will be a great relief. No more interviews.

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

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

The loss of life will be irreplaceable.

An unused life is an early death.

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

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.

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 the United States, we can do almost anything we want. It’s not like Egypt, where you’re going to get murdered by the security forces.