Someone once said that death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside of us while we live. I could tell you who said it, but who the hell really cares.
I think people would live a bit longer if they didn't know how old they were. Age puts restrictions on things.
...When you die, the energy that kept you alive filters into the people you loved. Did you know that? It's like a fire you've tended all your life, and the sparks are all scattered into the wind.... That's why we survive as long as we do, because the people who loved us keep us going.
The dead do not hurt you; only the living do.
My father chose my name , and my last name was chosen by my ancestors . Thatβs enough, I myself choose my way
Dead, we are revealed in our true dimensions, and they are surprisingly modest.
In life, more than in anything else, it isnβt easy to end up alive.
Killers aren't always assassins. Sometimes, they don't even have blood on their hands.
I look back to where my life had been. It's always risky to think of letting go. That's why this is the perfect ending. Nothing left to reconcile.
Life is better than death, I believe, if only because it is less boring, and because it has fresh peaches in it.
Our knowledge of life is limited to death
Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there's a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.
No one really knows why they are alive until they know what they'd die for.
We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Arabia. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here.We privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds, how dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred?
It is not death that a man should fear, but he should fear never beginning to live.
Things die. But they don't always stay dead. Believe me, I know.
Death, therefore, the most awful of evils, is nothing to us, seeing that, when we are, death is not come, and, when death is come, we are not.
Intellectual growth should commence at birth and cease only at death.
There comes a time when we realize that our parents cannot save themselves or save us, that everyone who wades through time eventually gets dragged out to sea by the undertow- that, in short, we are all going.
Man cannot possess anything as long as he fears death. But to him who does not fear it, everything belongs. If there was no suffering, man would not know his limits, would not know himself.