The most rational cure after all for the inordinate fear of death is to set a just value on life.
It was a real whale, a photograph of a real whale. I looked into its tiny wise eye and wondered where that eye was now. Was it alive and swimming, or had it died long ago, or was it dying now, right this second? When a whale dies, it falls down through the ocean slowly, over the course of a day. All the other fish see it fall, like a giant statue, like a building, but slowly, slowly.
We're just afraid, period. Our fear is free-floating. We're afraid this isn't the right relationship or we're afraid it is. We're afraid they won't like us or we're afraid they will. We're afraid of failure or we're afraid of success. We're afraid of dying young or we're afraid of growing old. We're more afraid of life than we are of death.
The good die young, because they see it's no use living if you have got to be good.
One good deed dying tongueless Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages.
I just think Barack [Obama], he doesn't dig being asked at all. He's got a bit of an imperious nature about him. I guess nobody has told him that nobody reads newspapers anymore. That is a dying art form.
It has served us well, this myth of Christ.
The stories about broadcast dying or it being overtaken by cable have stopped. Same goes for the stories about the Internet hurting our business.
Dying is only one thing to be sad over. . . Living unhappily is something else.
Do you pay regular visits to yourself? Don't argue or answer rationally. Let us die, and dying, reply.
To not think of dying, is to not think of living.
The sensation of dying is sweet, sensuous, placid. It is the easiest thing in the world to die. The hardest is to live.
death. . . so seldom happens nowadays in the awesome quiet of a familiar chamber. Most of us die violently, thanks to the advance of science and warfare. If by chance we are meant to end life in our beds, we are whisked like pox victims to the nearest hospital, where we are kept as alone and unaware as possible of the approach of disintegration.
I think the seventies caught the last red rays of the dying sun of this innocence, but were already a little cold and drab.
I think you die the way you live.
A child's reaction to this type of calamity is twofold and extreme. Not knowing how deeply, powerfully, life drops anchor into its vast sources of recuperation, he is bound to envisage, at once, the very worst; yet at the same time, because of his inability to imagine death, the worst remains totally unreal to him. Gerard went on repeating: "Paul's dying; Paul's going to die"' but he did not believe it. Paul's death would be part of the dream, a dream of snow, of journeying forever.
I didn't know there was a dying-professor section at the bookstore.
It's the only thing I really enjoy - so fresh, even now that I'm doing the new sampling. I'm dying to go to the factory, which is like nobody's idea of fun. But it's mine.
Our life is made by the death of others.
What i literally cannot describe is the hollowness in my lungs when i am out of her presence. It is as if i were dying from the want of her.