On the plus side, death is one of the few things that can be done just as easily lying down.
No one really knows why they are alive until they know what they'd die for.
The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be.
When you are grateful, fear disappears and abundance appears.
You can only be afraid of what you think you know.
Our strength lies in our intensive attacks and our barbarity...After all, who today remembers the genocide of the Armenians?
Pride is an admission of weakness; it secretly fears all competition and dreads all rivals.
Tell your friend that in his death, a part of you dies and goes with him. Wherever he goes, you also go. He will not be alone.
It's not that I'm afraid to die, I just don't want to be there when it happens.
It is not death that a man should fear, but he should fear never beginning to live.
Death is caused by swallowing small amounts of saliva over a long period of time.
Life and death are one thread, the same line viewed from different sides.
Death and love are the two wings that bear the good man to heaven.
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.
Could any death be so horrible as birth? Or any decrepitude so awful as childhood in a happy united God-fearing family?
It is often said that before you die your life passes before your eyes. It is in fact true. It's called living.
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep.
If we have been pleased with life, we should not be displeased with death, since it comes from the hand of the same master.
Every man's life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.
Absolute silence leads to sadness. It is the image of death.
