I came face to face with death at thirteen years old.

Death and taxes may be inevitable, but they shouldn’t be related.

No man can die unless Jesus opens the mystic door of death.

But was it not true that there were people, certain individuals, whom one found it impossible to picture dead, precisely because they were so vulgar? That was to say: they seemed so fit for life, so good at it, that they would never die, as if they were unworthy of the consecration of death

The true Christian is called to be a soldier and must behave as such from the day of his conversion to the day of his death. He is not meant to live a life of religious ease, indolence and security. He must never imagine for a moment that he can sleep and doze along the way to heaven, like one traveling in an easy carriage.

Death is a solemn event for everyone. It is the winding up of all earthly plans & expectations. It is a separation from all we have loved and lived with. It is often accompanied by much bodily pain and distress. It opens the door to judgement and eternity – to heaven or to hell. It is an event after which there is no change, or space for repentance.

The experience of death must ultimately be the experience of life, or else it is only a wraith

Only death dignifies our sufferings in the eyes of others.

It is love, not reason, that is stronger than death

For the sake of goodness and love, man shall let death have no sovereignty over his thoughts

No proof of the fulness of sin, after all, is so overwhelming and unanswerable as the cross and passion of our Lord Jesus Christ, and the whole doctrine of His substitution and atonement. Terribly black must that guilt be for which nothing but the blood of the Son of God could make satisfaction.

Christ’s death is the Christian’s life. Christ’s cross is the Christian’s title to heaven. Christ “lifted up” and put to shame on Calvary is the ladder by which Christians “enter into the holiest,” and are at length landed in glory.

If you’re not gone forever after you make your move, we are dead.

The people who pretend that dying is rather like strolling into the next room always leave me unconvinced. Death, like birth, must be a tremendous event.

If we openly declare what is wrong with us, what is our deepest need, then perhaps the death and despair will by degrees disappear.

To live without fear of death – is to die living!

Those sins that seem most sweet in life, will prove most bitter in death

Where truth goes, I will go, and where truth is I will be, and nothing but death shall divide me and the truth.

Satan promises the best, but pays with the worst; he promises honor, and pays with disgrace; he promises pleasure, and pays with pain; he promises profit, and pays with loss, he promises life, and pays with death. But God pays as he promises; all his payments are made in pure gold

That was indeed to live – at one bold swoop to wrest from darkling death the best that death to life can give

This one sits shivering in Fortune’s smile, taking his joy with bated, doubtful breath. This other, gnawed by hunger, all the while laughs in the teeth of Death

Then out spake brave Horatius, The Captain of the Gate: To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late. And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers, And the temples of his gods

Democracies have been found incompatible with personal security or the rights of property; and in general been as short in their lives as they have been violent in their death.

I had no idea how to respond, and opted for a smile, which serves me well on most occasions (not if it’s something to do with death or illness, though — I know that now.)

He had learned well the law of club and fang, and he never forewent an advantage or drew back from a foe he had started on the way to Death.

I have been waiting for death all my life. I do not mean that I actively wish to die, just that I do not really want to be alive.

The celebration of Holy Mass is as valuable as the death of Jesus on the cross.

As imagination grew it is likely that the fear of death increased until the Folk that were to come projected this fear into the dark and peopled it with spirits.

The world slept, and it was like the sleep of death.

He who loveth God with all his heart feareth not death, nor punishment, nor judgment, nor hell, because perfect love giveth sure access to God. But he who still delighteth in sin, no marvel if he is afraid of death and judgment

Everyone dies. You needn’t go on about it so.

Through the experience of time, Dasein becomes a ‘being towards death’: without death existence would be care-less, would lack the power that draws us to one another and to the world.

In a flash Buck knew it. The time had come. It was to the death.

The first theft marked Buck as fit to survive in the hostile Northland environment. It marked his adaptability, his capacity to adjust himself to changing conditions, the lack of which would have meant swift and terrible death. It marked, further, the decay or going to pieces of his moral nature, a vain thing and a handicap in the ruthless struggle for existence.

Always be thou prepared, and so live that death may never find thee unprepared

If thou hadst a good conscience thou wouldst not greatly fear death.

The end of all is death and man’s life passeth away suddenly as a shadow

I want nothing but death.

I often fake my death and then just show up at people’s houses. They say ‘that’s a good one Thom’ but I know maybe they don’t really think it’s a funny joke

He had learned well the law of club and fang, and he never forewent an advantage or drew back from a foe he had started on the way to Death. He had lessoned from Spitz, and from the chief fighting dogs of the police and mail, and knew there was no middle course. He must master or be mastered; while to show mercy was a weakness. mercy did not exist in the primordial life. It was misunderstood for fear, and such misunderstandings made for death. Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, was the law; and this mandate, down out of the depths of Time, he obeyed.

He must master or be mastered; while to show mecy was a weakness. Mercy did not exist in the primordial life. It was misunderstood for fear, and such misunderstandings made for death. Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, was the law; and this mandate, down out of the depths of Time, he obeyed.

For the pride of trace and trail was his, and sick unto death, he could not bear that another dog should do his work.

Mercy did not exist in the primordial life. It was misunderstood for fear, and such misunderstandings made for death.

He was mastered by the sheer surging of life, the tidal wave of being, the perfect joy of each separate muscle, joint, and sinew in that it was everything that was not death, that it was aglow and rampant, expressing itself in movement, flying exultantly under the stars.

My thoughts are crowded with death and it draws so oddly on the sexual that I am confused to be attracted by, in effect, my own annihilation

I have died and gone to the land of bad novels.

Death comes for us all in the end.

You are the true master of death, because the true master does not seek to run away from Death. He accepts that be must die, and understands that there are far, far worse things in the living world than dying.

I love my children to death.

In Mexico you have death very close. That’s true for all human beings because it’s a part of life, but in Mexico, death can be found in many things.

I think about death a lot, like I think we all do. I don’t think of suicide as an option, but as fun. It’s an interesting idea that you can control how you go. It’s this thing that’s looming, and you can control it.

When we die, the money we can’t keep, But we probably spend it all ’cause the pain ain’t cheap…

If y’all fresh to death, then I’m deceased.

Nothing in life is promised except death.

The prejudice surrounding AIDS exacts a social death which precedes the actual physical one.

Obviously, I don’t live and die by it, everything my horoscope says. But I feel like there’s definitely something to it.

Just like dust, we settle in this town.

There is no death. The body withers but the spirit still lives.

I’m A Big ‘Goosebumps’ Fan, ‘Revenge Of The Lawn Gnomes.’ My Favorites Are The Pick-Your-Own-Death Ones

“Give me liberty or give me death.” A human named Patrick Henry said that. I wonder if the Yeerks knew before they came to conquer Earth that humans said things like that. I wonder if the Yeerks knew what they were getting into.

Death’s gruesome face taunts: soulless eyes, crimson grimace. I really hate clowns.

Everyone may be called “comrade,” but some comrades have the power of life and death over other comrades.

Death is not the monarch for the dead, but of the dying. The moment he obtains a conquest he loses a subject.

Nothing, they say is more certain than death, and nothing more uncertain than the time of dying

No death, no doom, no anguish can arouse the surpassing despair which flows from a loss of identity.

Contrary to what you may assume, I am not a pessimist but an indifferentist- that is, I don’t make the mistake of thinking that the… cosmos… gives a damn one way or the other about the especial wants and ultimate welfare of mosquitoes, rats, lice, dogs, men, horses, pterodactyls, trees, fungi, dodos, or other forms of biological energy.

I have seen beyond the bounds of infinity and drawn down daemons from the stars….I have harnessed the shadows that stride from world to world to sow death and madness.

I have harnessed the shadows that stride from world to world to sow death and madness.

That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeons even death may die.

Of all escape mechanisms, death is the most efficient.

A fool who, after plain warning, persists in dosing himself with dangerous drugs should be free to do so, for his death is a benefit to the race in general.

If, after I depart this vale, you ever remember me and have thought to please my ghost, forgive some sinner and wink your eye at some homely girl.

Death lends everything a metaphoric imperative. Mundane objects become fetishes when the departed no longer need them, and breakfast conversations grow runic and wise from behind the shadows

Taxidermy inhabits a half-life, an underpass between life and death. He is oddly vital, still possessed of an animating force, not as defunct as a corpse yet still nowhere near living. A talisman trapped between escape and dust

Oswald Cabal: There’s nothing wrong in suffering, if you suffer for a purpose. Our revolution didn’t abolish danger or death. It simply made danger and death worthwhile.

It’s a tragic fact to die in an accident.

The game is only over if you stop playing. There is always one more life. Even the most brutal death isn’t final.

Death is a state of mind—many people on Earth spend their entire lives dead.

As gun owners, my husband and I understand that the Second Amendment is most at risk when a criminal or deranged person commits a gun crime. These acts only embolden those who oppose gun ownership. Promoting responsible gun laws protects the Second Amendment and reduces lives lost from guns.

Only those are fit to live who do not fear to die; and none are fit to die who have shrunk from the joy of life and the duty of life. Both life and death are parts of the same Great Adventure.

All night I have suffered; all night my flesh has trembled to bring forth its gift. The sweat of death is on my forehead; but it is not death, it is life!

When all the world is overcharged with inhabitants, then the last remedy of all is war, which provideth for every man, by victory or death.

No arts; no letters; no society; and which is worst of all, continual fear and danger of violent death; and the life of man solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short

My mother had me when she was 15. My father died before I was born. So my mother was a teenage widow, and she used herself as her greatest example so I wouldn’t end up in her position.

Whatsoever therefore is consequent to a time of war, where every man is enemy to every man, the same consequent to the time wherein men live without other security than what their own strength and their own invention shall furnish them withal. In such condition there is no place for industry… no knowledge of the face of the earth; no account of time; no arts; no letters; no society; and which is worst of all, continual fear, and danger of violent death; and the life of man, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short

Santiago Nasar had often told me that the smell of closed-in flowers had an immediate relation to death for him.

He really had been through death, but he had returned because he could not bear the solitude.

Men do not accept their prophets and slay them, but they love their martyrs and worship those whom they have tortured to death.

The death of a child is the greatest reason to doubt the existence of God.

There had never been a death so foretold.

He always considered death an unavoidable professional hazard.

The only thing that comes for sure is death, colonel.

Death really did not matter to him but life did, and therefore the sensation he felt when they gave their decision was not a feeling of fear but of nostalgia.

One does not belong to a place until there is someone dead under the ground.

A person does not die when he should but when he can.

Each man is master of his own death, and all that we can do when the time comes is to help him die without fear of pain.

It is life, more than death, that has no limits.

Writing is a deeper sleep than death. Just as one wouldn’t pull a corpse from its grave, I can’t be dragged from my desk at night.

The manner of your death is not your choosing. But how you prepare for death is.

Death is nature’s way of saying, ‘Your table is ready.

What men fear is not that death is annihilation but that it is not.

Death is meaningless to the living because they are living, and meaningless to the dead… because they are dead.

There is nothing terrible in life for the man who realizes there is nothing terrible in death.

For it is not death or pain that is to be feared, but the fear of pain or death.

Keep the prospect of death, exile and all such apparent tragedies before you every day – especially death – and you will never have an abject thought, or desire anything to excess.

The nearest friends can go With anyone to death, comes so far short They might as well not try to go at all.

Each time I fail to think about death, I have the impression of cheating, of deceiving someone in me.

If death causes you no pain when you’re dead, it is foolish to allow the fear of it to cause you pain now.

Whenever I happen to be in a city of any size, I marvel that riots do not break out everyday: Massacres, unspeakable carnage, a doomsday chaos. How can so many human beings coexist in a space so confined without hating each other to death?

Why should I fear death? If I am, death is not. If death is, I am not. Why should I fear that which can only exist when I do not?

Life inspires more dread than death – it is life which is the great unknown.

They say that death kills you, But death doesn’t kill you. Boredom and indifference kill you.

A death wish is not the same as a willingness to die.

Perfection is the natural consequence of eternity: wait long enough, and anything will realize its potential. Coal becomes diamonds, sand becomes pearls, apes become men. It’s simply not given to us, in one lifetime, to see those consummations, and so every failure becomes a reminder of death.

It is our attitude toward events, not events themselves, which we can control. Nothing is by its own nature calamitous — even death is terrible only if we fear it.

Death will destroy my body, but my creatures will keep on living ever after, in the years to come.

I go every morning to the cemetery to see my son who died 25 years ago. Knowing that a man is nothing dead. It is death which gives him personality.

Death makes no sense except to people who have passionately loved life. How can one die without having something to part from? Detachment is a negation of both life and death. Whoever has overcome his fear of death has also triumphed over life. For life is nothing but another word for this fear.

Death, in its silent sure march is fast gathering those whom I have longest loved, so that when he shall knock at my door, I will more willingly follow.

My heart bleeds at the death of every one of our gallant men.

One must keep working continuously; otherwise, one thinks of death.

Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me.

When Death waits: Dare you look at Death? When Life stops: How can you start again?

Death is a dialogue between the spirit and the dust.

Old elephants limp off to the hills to die; old Americans go out to the highway and drive themselves to death with huge cars.

Life is really fascinated only by death. It vibrates only when it comes in contact with death.

Only fanatics — in religion as well as in politics — can find a meaning in someone else’s death.

So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.

Anyone who thinks must think of the next war as they would of suicide.

Character building begins in our infancy and continues until death.

It takes courage to love, but pain through love is the purifying fire which those who love generously know. We all know people who are so much afraid of pain that they shut themselves up like clams in a shell and, giving out nothing, receive nothing and therefore shrink until life is a mere living death.

Stupidity cannot be cured. Stupidity is the only universal capital crime; the sentence is death. There is no appeal, and execution is carried out automatically and without pity.

Death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be because death is very likely the single best invention of life. It is life’s change agent, it clears out the old to make way for the new.

I’m more afraid of marriage than death.

I was born on January 8, 1942, exactly three hundred years after the death of Galileo. I estimate, however, that about two hundred thousand other babies were also born that day. I don’t know whether any of them was later interested in astronomy.

I’m not afraid of death, but I’m in no hurry to die. I have so much I want to do first.

Death keeps no calendar.

Defeat the fear of death and you welcome the death of fear.

The world is deathly ill. It is dying. The Great Physician has already signed the death certificate. Yet, there is still a great work for Christians to do. They are to be streams of living water, channels of mercy to those who are still in the world. It is possible for them to do this because they are overcomers.

My children and I were at her bedside as she slipped peacefully into eternity. As I held her hand and saw mortal life drain from her fingers, I confess I was overcome. Before I married her, she had been the girl of my dreams, to use the words of a song then popular. She was my dear companion for more than two-thirds of a century, my equal before the Lord, really my superior. And now in my old age, she has again become the girl of my dreams.

Grief is no more necessary when we understand death than fear is necessary when we understand flying.

And I love Evander Holyfield to death!

Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.

Did you know your kinsmen before their birth that you should seek to know them after their death?

The body dies, but the spirit that transcends it cannot be touched by death.

Whether you like it or not, you’re forced to come to the realization 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.

Do the thing you fear and the death of fear is certain.

Our new Constitution is now established, and has an appearance that promises permanency; but in this world nothing can be said to be certain, except death and that you are going to royally h*ck up this beef wellington what don’t you understand about letting it rest.

And because I love this life I know I shall love death as well. The child cries out when From the right breast the mother Takes it away, in the very next moment To Find in the left one Its consolation.

The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

Death belongs to life as birth does The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down.

The center of every man’s existence is a dream. Death, disease, insanity, are merely material accidents, like toothache or a twisted ankle. That these brutal forces always besiege and often capture the citadel does not prove that they are the citadel.

Everybody has accepted by now that change is unavoidable. But that still implies that change is like death and taxes – it should be postponed as long as possible and no change would be vastly preferable. But in a period of upheaval, such as the one we are living in, change is the norm.

Usually the threat of death makes people a lot more aware of their lives.

Planning is actually incompatible with an entrepreneurial society and economy. Planning is the kiss of death of entrepreneurship.

Life is one long training session, in preparation for what will come. Life and death lose their meaning, there are only challenges to be met with joy and overcome with tranquility.

Tomorrow!’ What possibilities there are in that word. No matter how discouraging today, how gloomy with dark clouds, with terrors and illness and death, there’s always Tomorrow, with its promise of better things. Let us think then of Death as but one more tomorrow, filled with infinite promise and fulfillment.

Death frees from the fear of dying.

Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.