Death is not the biggest fear we have; our biggest fear is taking the risk to be alive - the risk to be alive and express what we really are.
For death is not the worst, but when one wants to die and is not able even to have that.
I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.
He has not lived badly whose birth and death has been unnoticed by the world.
The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.
Even death is not to be feared by one who has lived wisely.
It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure on the world.
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
Death is better, a milder fate than tyranny.
Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.
It is easy to go down into Hell; night and day, the gates of dark Death stand wide; but to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air - there's the rub, the task.
Death is the only pure, beautiful conclusion of a great passion.
There's something about death that is comforting. The thought that you could die tomorrow frees you to appreciate your life now.
The sea is mother-death and she is a mighty female, the one who wins, the one who sucks us all up.
Death never takes the wise man by surprise, he is always ready to go.
Biography lends to death a new terror.
A new idea is delicate. It can be killed by a sneer or a yawn; it can be stabbed to death by a quip and worried to death by a frown on the right man's brow.
I do not agree with what you have to say, but I'll defend to the death your right to say it.
Beauty is a precious trace that eternity causes to appear to us and that it takes away from us. A manifestation of eternity, and a sign of death as well.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
Death and vulgarity are the only two facts in the nineteenth century that one cannot explain away.
Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.
Which death is preferably to every other? "The unexpected".
But I was very, very lucky, and it was a wake up call as far as motorbikes are concerned. I never flirted with death on the bike, but now I'm totally convinced they're death machines.
As long as you have not grasped that you have to die to grow, you are a troubled guest on the dark earth.