The death clock is ticking slowly in our breast, and each drop of blood measures its time, and our life is a lingering fever.
My fear was not of death itself, but a death without meaning.
Death may be the greatest of all human blessings.
Every human being is under construction from conception to death.
My biggest fear is death because I don’t think I’m going anywhere. And since I don’t think that, and I don’t have a belief… I’m married to someone who has the belief, so she knows she’s going somewhere.
I’m not afraid of death. It’s the stake one puts up in order to play the game of life.
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.
If any foreign minister begins to defend to the death a ‘peace conference’, you can be sure his government has already placed its orders for new battleships and airplanes.
I am able to follow my own death step by step. Now I move softly towards the end.
Too many people are thinking of security instead of opportunity. They seem more afraid of life than death.
Don’t be afraid of death so much as an inadequate life.
Shrinking away from death is something unhealthy and abnormal which robs the second half of life of its purpose.
There’s never been a doctor who served many patients who, despite their best efforts, did not lose some of them to death. But they understood that was part of life itself.
Because there is a larger awareness that transcends time and space, an awareness is available after death.
It is possible to provide security against other ills, but as far as death is concerned, we men live in a city without walls.
The Supreme Court of the United States… has validated the Nazi method of execution in… concentration camps, starving them to death.
He that fears death loses the joys of life.
This country is being managed to death, being public related to death.
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’m always on the verge of death in my head.
Personally, I would be delighted if there were a life after death, especially if it permitted me to continue to learn about this world and others, if it gave me a chance to discover how history turns out.
Love and death are the two great hinges on which all human sympathies turn.
O Death, rock me asleep, bring me to quiet rest, let pass my weary guiltless ghost out of my careful breast.
I shall ask for the abolition for the punishment of death until I have the infallibility of human judgment demonstrated to me.
The dead cannot cry out for justice. It is a duty of the living to do so for them.
Why fear death? It is the most beautiful adventure in life.
No evil can happen to a good man, either in life or after death.
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.
Death is a challenge. It tells us not to waste time… It tells us to tell each other right now that we love each other.
We are being choked to death by the amount of plastic that we throw away. It’s killing our oceans. It’s entering into our bodies in the fish we eat.
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
Even very young children need to be informed about dying. Explain the concept of death very carefully to your child. This will make threatening him with it much more effective.
Death and sex are the dominant reality of our day.
It is difficult to accept death in this society because it is unfamiliar. In spite of the fact that it happens all the time, we never see it.
Sometimes the early bird gets the worm, but sometimes the early bird gets frozen to death.
I have come to regard November as the older, harder man’s October. I appreciate the early darkness and cooler temperatures. It puts my mind in a different place than October. It is a month for a quieter, slightly more subdued celebration of summer’s death as winter tightens its grip.
I’m sick to death of famous people standing up and using their celebrity to promote a cause. If I see a particular need, I do try to help. But there’s a lot that can be achieved by putting a check in the right place and shutting up about it.
Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.
We cannot banish dangers, but we can banish fears. We must not demean life by standing in awe of death.
I believe that people would be alive today if there were a death penalty.
There is something about poverty that smells like death.
Am I a trance medium? No. Have I got a gift psychically? Absolutely not. But I believe in the survival of consciousness after death.
It is not death or pain that is to be dreaded, but the fear of pain or death.
My faith isn’t very churchy, it’s a pretty personal, intimate thing and has been a huge source of strength in moments of life and death.
We were marooned in a frozen desert. There was not a sign of life on the horizon and a thousand signs of death… The marvel is we did not all die of cold.
No one’s death comes to pass without making some impression, and those close to the deceased inherit part of the liberated soul and become richer in their humanness.
Life isn’t fair. It’s just fairer than death, that’s all.
Epigenetics doesn’t change the genetic code, it changes how that’s read. Perfectly normal genes can result in cancer or death. Vice-versa, in the right environment, mutant genes won’t be expressed. Genes are equivalent to blueprints; epigenetics is the contractor. They change the assembly, the structure.
Do the thing you fear most and the death of fear is certain.
Death and vulgarity are the only two facts in the nineteenth century that one cannot explain away.
Good taste is death; vulgarity is life.
What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.
As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so a life well spent brings happy death.
We as Americans believe it’s OK to kill people. We believe it’s OK to invade a country that had nothing to do with 9/11. We think it’s OK to invade a country where we think Osama Bin Laden is and he’s in the other country. So we just go in and we just kill. And we have the death penalty; we sanction it.
The art of war is of vital importance to the state. It is a matter of life and death, a road either to safety or to ruin. Hence it is a subject of inquiry which can on no account be neglected.
I used to starve myself to death.
There are worse things in life than death. Have you ever spent an evening with an insurance salesman?
Intellectual growth should commence at birth and cease only at death.
I’d recommend anyone watch ‘Harold and Maude,’ ’cause it helps a lot with fear of death.
If a man can bridge the gap between life and death, if he can live on after he’s dead, then maybe he was a great man.
People think that by living on some mountainside in a tent and being frozen to death by freezing rain, they’re somehow discovering reality, but of course that’s just another fiction dreamed up by a TV producer.
The valiant never taste of death but once.
To die for one’s country is such a worthy fate that all compete for so beautiful a death.
No one can outrun death. It will catch up to all of us eventually.
The Teutons have been singing the swan song ever since they entered the ranks of history. They have always confounded truth with death.
There is no such thing as inner peace. There is only nervousness or death. Any attempt to prove otherwise constitutes unacceptable behavior.
If we are to abolish the death penalty, I should like to see the first step taken by my friends the murderers.
Sinful and forbidden pleasures are like poisoned bread; they may satisfy appetite for the moment, but there is death in them at the end.
I like the story about Henry David Thoreau, who, when he was on his death bed, his family sent for a minister. The minister said, ‘Henry, have you made your peace with God?’ Thoreau said, ‘I didn’t know we’d quarreled.’
Grace is what matters in anything – especially life, especially growth, tragedy, pain, love, death. That’s a quality that I admire very greatly. It keeps you from reaching out for the gun too quickly. It keeps you from destroying things too foolishly. It sort of keeps you alive.
Fear of death has never played a large part in my consciousness – perhaps unimaginative of me.
If you believe in God, believe in Death Row East.
It’s funny how most people love the dead, once you’re dead, you’re made for life.
The death of my kid made me a stronger person. There’s no end to what I’m willing to do.
I always say that death can be one of the greatest experiences ever. If you live each day of your life right, then you have nothing to fear.
And I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful than death.
