You can cry about death and very properly so, your own as well as anybody else’s. But it’s inevitable, so you’d better grapple with it and cope and be aware that not only is it inevitable, but it has always been inevitable, if you see what I mean.
I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute.
It is better to risk starving to death then surrender. If you give up on your dreams, what’s left?
The idea is to die young as late as possible.
Crucial to understanding federalism in modern day America is the concept of mobility, or ‘the ability to vote with your feet.’ If you don’t support the death penalty and citizens packing a pistol – don’t come to Texas. If you don’t like medicinal marijuana and gay marriage, don’t move to California.
Death is the final wake-up call.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
The death of a language. The word has the same kind of reluctant resonance as it has when we talk about the death of a person. And indeed, that’s how it should be. For that’s how it is. A language dies only when the last person who speaks it dies.
It is not death, but dying, which is terrible.
People living deeply have no fear of death.
Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.
A man must be willing to die for justice. Death is an inescapable reality and men die daily, but good deeds live forever.
If you die you’re completely happy and your soul somewhere lives on. I’m not afraid of dying. Total peace after death, becoming someone else is the best hope I’ve got.
Some men are alive simply because it is against the law to kill them.
I’m not afraid to die.
What are you gonna do, talk the alien to death?
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.
Boss, life is trouble. Only death is not. To be alive is to undo your belt and look for trouble.
Who am I? Not the body, because it is decaying; not the mind, because the brain will decay with the body; not the personality, nor the emotions, for these also will vanish with death.
Death means change our clothes. Clothes become old, then time to come change. So this body become old, and then time come, take young body.
Some people die at 25 and aren’t buried until 75.
If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character, would you slow down? Or speed up?
I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived.
Of all the gods only death does not desire gifts.
Death is the beginning of something.
Hatred is corrosive of a person’s wisdom and conscience; the mentality of enmity can poison a nation’s spirit, instigate brutal life and death struggles, destroy a society’s tolerance and humanity, and block a nation’s progress to freedom and democracy.
Those who learned to know death, rather than to fear and fight it, become our teachers about life.
The amount of death terror experienced is closely related to the amount of life unlived.
In the last analysis, it is our conception of death which decides our answers to all the questions that life puts to us.
Death is a monster; death is horrible.
Andrew Wood’s death changed things for a few weeks. I probably got even heavier into drugs after that.
You get rid of the fear of death by understanding that it is an integral fact of our existence. You do that through will and reason.
Death is a commingling of eternity with time; in the death of a good man, eternity is seen looking through time.
Death is the tyrant of the imagination.
Ordinary people seem not to realize that those who really apply themselves in the right way to philosophy are directly and of their own accord preparing themselves for dying and death.
The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.
To awake from death is to die in peace.
In Hinduism, Shiva is a deity who represents transformation. Through destruction and restoration, Shiva reminds us that endings are beginnings, and that our world is constantly undergoing a cycle of birth, death and rebirth.
No evil is honorable: but death is honorable; therefore death is not evil.
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.
You only live twice. Once when you are born and once when you look death in the face.
I decided to devote my life to telling the story because I felt that having survived I owe something to the dead. and anyone who does not remember betrays them again.
I always believed ‘The Fly’ to be a classic opera story. It’s a tale of love and death, true love surviving in the face of physical decay and ultimate sacrifice.
Death is a fearful thing.
Life and death are important. Don’t suffer them in vain.
Death consists, indeed, in a repeated process of unrobing, or unsheathing. The immortal part of man shakes off from itself, one after the other, its outer casings, and – as the snake from its skin, the butterfly from its chrysalis – emerges from one after another, passing into a higher state of consciousness.
To some extent I liken slavery to death.
When one is young, aspiring to play for the country, doing well, any hindrance, like injury or being out of form, can be frustrating and a cause of annoyance or even anger. But once you have a close encounter with death, you realise the real value of life.
Death solves all problems – no man, no problem.
Coming close to death you begin to know what life means, and what it means is gratitude.
How strange this fear of death is! We are never frightened at a sunset.
In the long run we are all dead.
It is not death, it is dying that alarms me.
I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.
Animals have a much better attitude to life and death than we do. They know when their time has come. We are the ones that suffer when they pass, but it’s a healing kind of grief that enables us to deal with other griefs that are not so easy to grab hold of.
You hear a lot about God these days: God, the beneficent; God, the all-great; God, the Almighty; God, the most powerful; God, the giver of life; God, the creator of death. I mean, we’re hearing about God all the time, so we better learn how to deal with it. But if we know anything about God, God is arbitrary.
Those who welcome death have only tried it from the ears up.
Everything tends to make us believe that there exists a certain point of the mind at which life and death, the real and the imagined, past and future, the communicable and the incommunicable, high and low, cease to be perceived as contradictions.
Relationship humour gets the most laughs. If I’m able to get the women laughing, men will have to laugh along because they would be scared to death.
To eat bread without hope is still slowly to starve to death.
I love myself. Anything that has my name I’m tickled to death.
I’m a standup comedian who can’t drive. I have never learned. I don’t trust my hand-eye coordination. You’re looking at someone who once dropped a cricket ball on to his own head during a routine catching practice; I don’t think it’s a great idea to have me in control of a high-speed metal death robot.
The only way to take sorrow out of death is to take love out of life.
I am one who believes that one of the greatest dangers of advertising is not that of misleading people, but that of boring them to death.
I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life, but that great consciousness of life.
Life itself is but the shadow of death, and souls departed but the shadows of the living.
I like grit. I like love and death. I’m tired of irony.
Birth was the death of him.
I’m scared to death of being poor. It’s like a fat girl who loses 500 pounds but is always fat inside. I grew up poor and will always feel poor inside. It’s my pet paranoia.
To have died once is enough.
Life levels all men. Death reveals the eminent.
One of the big questions in the climate change debate: Are humans any smarter than frogs in a pot? If you put a frog in a pot and slowly turn up the heat, it won’t jump out. Instead, it will enjoy the nice warm bath until it is cooked to death. We humans seem to be doing pretty much the same thing.
The horrific cases in Ferguson, in Staten Island with the death of Eric Garner, and all across the country serve as stark reminders that we must have a say in who polices us, and how that policing is done. We must, we must, let our voices be heard on Election Day.
The rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated.
My father was a man of love. He always loved me to death. He worked hard in the fields, but my father never hit me. Never. I don’t ever remember a really cross, unkind word from my father.
