The heretic is always better dead. And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.

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

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

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

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.

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

You must not fear death, my lads; defy him, and you drive him into the enemy’s ranks.

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

An unused life is an early death.

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.

I make preparations both to live and to die every day, but with the emphasis on not dying, and on acting as if I was going to carry on living.

When men and woman die, as poets sung, his heart’s the last part moves, her last, the tongue.

Death is the king of this world: ‚Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.

Death is a release from the impressions of the senses, and from desires that make us their puppets, and from the vagaries of the mind, and from the hard service of the flesh.

Every man’s life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.

One cannot become a saint when one works sixteen hours a day.

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

How happy had it been for me had I been slain in the battle. It had been far more noble to have died the victim of the enemy than fall a sacrifice to the rage of my friends.

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?

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

When good Americans die they go to Paris.

Death and life have their determined appointments; riches and honors depend upon heaven.

It is not death or pain that is to be dreaded, but the fear of pain or death.

We do not know what love is. We know the symptoms of it, the pleasure, the pain, the fear, the anxiety and so on. We try to solve the symptoms, which becomes a wandering in darkness. We spend our days and nights in this, and it is soon over in death.

If I were a Roman Catholic, I should turn a heretic, in sheer desperation, because I would rather go to heaven than go to purgatory.

War is war. The only good human being is a dead one.

My other brother-in-law died. He was a karate expert, then joined the army. The first time he saluted, he killed himself.

I knew ‚Crenshaw‘ had elevated me and distinguished me.

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

Every loss of life is terrible.

The next time someone tells you we can trim the budget by cutting aid, I hope you will ask whether it will come at the cost of more people dying.

One can survive everything, nowadays, except death, and live down everything except a good reputation.

When death comes it is never our tenderness that we repent from, but our severity.

Riches have never fascinated me, unless combined with the greatest charm or distinction.

The distinction between children and adults, while probably useful for some purposes, is at bottom a specious one, I feel. There are only individual egos, crazy for love.

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

The countenance is the portrait of the soul, and the eyes mark its intentions.

We will make no distinction between the terrorists who committed these acts and those who harbour them.

Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die.

Life does not cease to be funny when people die any more than it ceases to be serious when people laugh.

Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of all.

When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.

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.

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

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

In every parting there is an image of death.

A useless life is an early death.

The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation.

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.

Madame, all stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he is no true-story teller who would keep that from you.

I had no portrait, now, but am small, like the wren; and my hair is bold, like the chestnut bur; and my eyes, like the sherry in the glass, that the guest leaves.

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

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

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.

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

Courage is almost a contradiction in terms. It means a strong desire to live taking the form of readiness to die.

It is the cause, not the death, that makes the martyr.

If I died tomorrow, I would be a happy girl.

It is not only the living who are killed in war.

I look forward to death with great anticipation, to meeting God face to face.

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