You still believe in death... that's just so... quaint. Well, sorry to pop your death bubble, but there's no such thing. So make the best of things. Any real belief in death is just wishful thinking. Don't waste good drugs on killing yourself. Share them with friends and have a party. Or send them to me.
CHUCK PALAHNIUK, The Independent Review, Mar. 25, 2004
Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children is increased with tales, so is the other.
My only fear of death is reincarnation.
TUPAC SHAKUR, "No More Pain"
When do the dead die? When they are forgotten.
LAURA ESQUIVEL, The Law of Love
If a man should wanton walk with crime ... he shall find in death no great deliverance.
- To live in hearts we leave behind
- Is not to die.
THOMAS CAMPBELL, Hallowed Ground
In statistics, what disappears behind rows of numbers is death.
Death is release, if you've lived all right.
He that begins to live, begins to die.
FRANCIS QUARLES, Hieroglyphics
- Look on the grave where thou must sleep
- Thy last, and strongest foe;
- It is endurance not to weep,
- If that repose seem woe.
EMILY BRONTE, Self-Interrogation
If I was dead, I wouldn’t know I was dead. That’s the only thing I have against death. I want to enjoy my death.
SAMUEL BECKETT, Eleutheria
Death is the end of one story and the beginning of another.
PHILIP MOELLER, Helena's Husband
- We are the fools of Time and Terror: Days
- Steal on us, and steal from us; yet we live,
- Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.
On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.
CHUCK PALAHNIUK, Fight Club
When you die it's the end of your life.
If I am killed, I can die but once; but to live in constant dread of it, is to die over and over again.
- Death be not proud, though some have called thee
- Mighty and dreadful, for, thou art not so,
- For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
- Die not, poor death.
I have a certainty about eternity that is a wonderful thing, and I thank God for giving me that certainty. I do not fear death. I may fear a little bit about the process, but not death itself, because I think the moment that my spirit leaves this body, I will be in the presence of the Lord.
BILLY GRAHAM, Newsweek, Aug. 14, 2006
Why fear death? It is the most beautiful adventure in life.
CHARLES FROHMAN, His last words before going down on the Lusitania
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.
HERMANN HESSE, letter, 1950
There's nothing like a deadline to get the old blood flowing. All the juices, really. It doesn't follow, if you think about it. You'd assume certain things ... certain activities ... would become unimportant. Certain betrayals would become unbearable. But they don't really. In fact, quite the opposite. Everything takes on a new light. The impossible becomes possible, desirable even. It's quite remarkable.
WALTER WYKES, The Salmon Tribunal
Death augments distance and dulls the memory. Death reconciles.
LEONID ANDREYEV, He Who Gets Slapped
There is no birth, there is no death; there is no coming, there is no going; there is no same, there is no different; there is no permanent self, there is no annihilation. We only think there is.
THICH NHAT HANH, No Death, No Fear
Death is the stone into which our oblivion hardens.
PABLO NERUDA, Evening LXXVIII
That's the happiest moment. When it's all done. When we stop. When we can stop.
EDWARD ALBEE, Three Tall Women
- What is
- Death, so it be but glorious? 'Tis a sunset;
- And mortals may be happy to resemble
- The Gods but in decay.
The reason we think of death in celestial terms is that the visible firmament, especially at night ... is the most adequate and ever-present symbol of that vast silent explosion.
VLADIMIR NABOKOV, "That in Aleppo Once...," Nabokov's Dozen
The fear of death has been raised too much and set up on high, especially by preachers, like the brazen serpent in the wilderness over the heads of the Israelites; but not with so good excuse as that symbol had, for this fear has not been curative, I think, nor made into pleasant or graceful shape, but rather a horrid spectacle, to affright people. For that men can be frightened into piety has been one of the legacies of religion which barbarous ages have bequeathed us plentifully.
Life is what you celebrate. All of it. Even its end.
While life could be evaded, death could not.
Death anxiety is the mother of all religions, which, in one way or another, attempt to temper the anguish of our finitude.
IRVIN D. YALOM, Staring at the Sun: Overcoming the Terror of Death