To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.

Death is nature’s way of telling you to slow down.

It is not death that a man should fear, but he should fear never beginning to live.

Death ends a life, not a relationship.

Our death is not an end if we can live on in our children and the younger generation.

I’m not afraid of death; I just don’t want to be there when it happens.

The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.

Death is a challenge. It tells us not to waste time.

Death is like a mirror in which the true meaning of life is reflected.

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of all.

People living deeply have no fear of death.

It’s not that I’m afraid to die, I just don’t want to be there when it happens.

Death is a stripping away of all that is not you. The secret of life is to die before you die — and find that there is no death.

Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.

The act of dying is one of the acts of life.

Death is merely moving from one home to another. The wise man will spend his main attention on the home from which he’ll be moving from.

The tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon, but that we wait so long to begin it.

Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you.

Life is for the living, and death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid.

One can survive everything nowadays, except death.

Good men must die, but death cannot kill their names.

When the game is over, the king and the pawn go into the same box.

I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.

We all die. The goal isn’t to live forever; the goal is to create something that will.

The idea is to die young as late as possible.

To die is poignantly bitter, but the idea of having to die without having lived is unbearable.

Life is hard. Then you die. Then they throw dirt in your face. Then the worms eat you. Be grateful it happens in that order.

To die will be an awfully big adventure.

All that live must die, passing through nature to eternity.

The dead can survive as part of the lives of those that still live.

The death of one man is a tragedy. The death of millions is a statistic.

Life is a great sunrise. I do not see why death should not be an even greater one.

Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children is increased by tales, so is the other.

Our fear of death is like our fear that summer will be short, but when we have had our swing of pleasure, our fill of fruit, and our swelter of heat, we say we have had our day.

Everybody wants to go to heaven, but nobody wants to die.

Death is the destination we all share, no one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be because death is very likely the single best invention of life.

The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.

When it’s time to die, let us be found doing our duty.

You live on earth for just a little while… but you are dead for a long time.

Death is a dialogue between the spirit and the dust.

Death, the one appointment we all must keep, and for which no time is set.

I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.

Death is the dropping of the flower that the fruit may swell.

Death is the opening of a more subtle life. In the flower, it sets free the perfume; in the chrysalis, the butterfly; in man, the soul.

A man dies still if he has done nothing, as one who has done much.

When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced. Live your life so that when you die, the world cries and you rejoice.

Man is immortal; therefore he must die endlessly. For life is a creative idea; it can only find itself in changing forms.

Death never takes the wise man by surprise, he is always ready to go.

In death, we are all equal.

Death is only the beginning.

Every man dies. Not every man really lives.

Death is the heartache no one can heal.

To die will be an awfully big adventure.

Death is the ultimate boundary.

We die to live another day.

Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas.

Death, the final, ironical salute to life.

Death is a mirror reflecting the vain pursuits of life.

The body dies, the spirit lives.

Every life comes with a death sentence.

We are all born terminal.

Death is inevitable; live fearlessly.

In death, we find truth.

Death is a dialogue with the infinite.

To live is to die.

Our days are numbered.

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal.

Death—the last voyage, the longest, and the best.

In the end, we all meet death.

Death is the black camel that kneels unbidden.

Live with no regrets, die with no remains.

From dust we come, to dust we return.

Death is the grand leveler.

Death is just another path to traverse.

Even in death, there is beauty.

Live well, die never.

We owe God a death.

Death is the eternal rest.

Live fast, die young.

Death—the realm of eternal silence.

Die with memories, not dreams.

All that’s born must die.

Death is merely a horizon.

When you gotta go, you gotta go.

Death is only a larger kind of going abroad.

Live fully, die empty.

Nothing is certain but death.

Live today; tomorrow we die.

We all die. The goal is to create something that will.

Death is the road to awe.

Eternal sleep beckons us all.

From the womb to the tomb.

Death is a release, not an end.

Live free, die well.

Every exit is an entry somewhere else.

We cannot escape death, only delay it.

Die with dignity, live with purpose.

I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries with great pleasure.

The idea is to die young as late as possible.

What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.

Life is hard. Then you die. Then they throw dirt in your face. Then the worms eat you. Be grateful it happens in that order.

And how can man die better than facing fearful odds, for the ashes of his fathers, and the temples of his Gods?

The dead cannot cry out for justice. It is a duty of the living to do so for them.

Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.

I would rather die a meaningful death than to live a meaningless life.

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.

Don’t send me flowers when I’m dead. If you like me, send them while I’m alive.

He who doesn’t fear death dies only once.

The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.

Suicide is man’s way of telling God, ‘You can’t fire me – I quit.’

Millions long for immortality who don’t know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.

I’ll sleep when I’m dead.

Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.

Dying is easy, it’s living that scares me to death.

Some people die at 25 and aren’t buried until 75.

You’ll have time to rest when you’re dead.

In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.

It is not death that a man should fear, but he should fear never beginning to live.

We die only once, and for such a long time.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.

Healthy children will not fear life if their elders have integrity enough not to fear death.

Pale Death beats equally at the poor man’s gate and at the palaces of kings.