The fear of death often proves mortal, and sets people on methods to save their Lives, which infallibly destroy them.

Life is wasted on the living.

Once the automobile appeared you could have predicted that it would destroy as many people as it did.

I don’t expect to live forever, but I do intend to hang on as long as possible.

Men ought either to be indulged or utterly destroyed, for if you merely offend them they take vengeance, but if you injure them greatly they are unable to retaliate, so that the injury done to a man ought to be such that vengeance cannot be feared.

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

Our words will either bring life and victory or death and destruction. If we want to be happy, we have to be serious about speaking words of life that line up with God’s Word.

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

The same ambition can destroy or save, and make a patriot as it makes a knave.

Nature is ever at work building and pulling down, creating and destroying, keeping everything whirling and flowing, allowing no rest but in rhythmical motion, chasing everything in endless song out of one beautiful form into another.

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.

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

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

If anyone thinks they’d rather be in a different part of history, they’re probably not a very good student of history. Life sucked in the old days. People knew very little, and you were likely to die at a young age of some horrible disease. You’d probably have no teeth by now. It would be particularly awful if you were a woman.

From the middle of life onward, only he remains vitally alive who is ready to die with life.

I did used to have nightmares about the idea that when I die, there is a spark of consciousness which basically creates the world. ‚Is the world going to disappear if this spark of consciousness disappears? And how do I know it won’t? How do I know there’s anything there except what I’m conscious of?‘

Dalton’s records, carefully preserved for a century, were destroyed during the World War II bombing of Manchester. It is not only the living who are killed in war.

A tomb now suffices him for whom the whole world was not sufficient.

Life levels all men. Death reveals the eminent.

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.

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

When I read about the way in which library funds are being cut and cut, I can only think that American society has found one more way to destroy itself.

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

How young can you die of old age?

All diseases run into one, old age.

Wars based on principle are far more destructive… the attacker will not destroy that which he is after.

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.

Death wasn’t part of God’s original plan for humanity, and the Bible calls death an enemy – the last enemy to be destroyed.

To build may have to be the slow and laborious task of years. To destroy can be the thoughtless act of a single day.

Capitalism has destroyed our belief in any effective power but that of self interest backed by force.

This is a wonderful planet, and it is being completely destroyed by people who have too much money and power and no empathy.

If you look back at the history of the twentieth century, Germany alone had practically destroyed Russia several times.

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.

Radical Islamist extremists surely hope that an attack on Iraq will kill many people and destroy much of the country, providing recruits for terrorist actions.

All this talk about equality. The only thing people really have in common is that they are all going to die.

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.

Tyrants have always some slight shade of virtue; they support the laws before destroying them.

Without health life is not life; it is only a state of langour and suffering – an image of death.

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

Most people would sooner die than think; in fact, they do so.

A beautiful body perishes, but a work of art dies not.

It is possible to provide security against other ills, but as far as death is concerned, we men live in a city without walls.

I’ve reached the point where I hardly care whether I live or die. The world will keep on turning without me, and I can’t do anything to change events anyway.

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

My only fear is that I may live too long. This would be a subject of dread to me.

The level of destruction and terror and violence carried out by the powerful states far exceeds anything that can imaginably can be done by groups that are called terrorists and subnational groups.

The problem in defense is how far you can go without destroying from within what you are trying to defend from without.

John Dalton’s records, carefully preserved for a century, were destroyed during the World War II bombing of Manchester. It is not only the living who are killed in war.

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

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.

Despise not death, but welcome it, for nature wills it like all else.

Don’t look forward to the day you stop suffering, because when it comes you’ll know you’re dead.

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

One has children in the expectation of dying before them. In fact, you want to make damn sure you die before them, just as you plant a tree or build a house knowing, hoping that it will outlive you. That’s how the human species has done as well as it has.

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

I’m sorry, it’s true. Having children really changes your view on these things. We’re born, we live for a brief instant, and we die. It’s been happening for a long time. Technology is not changing it much – if at all.

I don’t know how much longer I’ll be around. I’ll probably be writing when the Lord says, ‚Maya, Maya Angelou, it’s time.‘

Many people would sooner die than think; in fact, they do so.

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

As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.