Those who welcome death have only tried it from the ears up.

I mean in the South African case, many of those who were part of death squads would have been respectable members of their white community, people who went to church on Sunday, every Sunday.

An evil life is a kind of death.

Death is less bitter punishment than death's delay.

My life comes down to three moments: the death of my father, meeting my husband, and the birth of my daughter. Everything I did previous to that just Does not seem to add up to very much.

How strange this fear of death is! We are never frightened at a sunset.

I feel monotony and death to be almost the same.

Whether or not we believe in survival of consciousness after death, reincarnation, and karma, it has very serious implications for our behavior.

A man may devote himself to death and destruction to save a nation but no nation will devote itself to death and destruction to save mankind.

We want our idols to be dead because it makes death a much less scary place.

Not the torturer will scare me, nor the body's final fall, nor the barrels of death's rifles, nor the shadows on the wall, nor the night when to the ground the last dim star of pain, is hurled but the blind indifference of a merciless, unfeeling world.

Only a humanity to whom death has become as indifferent as its members, that has itself died, can inflict it administratively on innumerable people.

Normality is death.

Birth was the death of him.

Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.

Death is easier than a wretched life and better never to have born than to live and fare badly.

When I came back to Dublin I was courtmartialed in my absence and sentenced to death in my absence, so I said they could shoot me in my absence.

Generosity during life is a very different thing from generosity in the hour of death one proceeds from genuine liberality and benevolence, the other from pride or fear.

An unemployed existence is a worse negation of life than death itself.

Faithfulness to the past can be a kind of death above ground. Writing of the past is a resurrection the past then lives in your words and you are free.