I'm not afraid of dying. To me dying is like getting out of one car and into another

The resounding echo of the mortal coil, echoes in the ears of those who are unprepared for it. To some, it sounds like a symphony – to other, a death toll.

We cannot banish dangers, but we can banish fears. We must not demean life by standing in awe of death.

I passed by the cemetery, more or less,
I saw the fate of both the rich and the less.
Neither the poor were buried without a shroud,
Nor the rich with anything more than a shroud.

There is only one ultimate and effectual preventive for the maladies to which flesh is heir, and that is death.

Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.

Forget not death, O man! For you may be certain of one thing, he forgets not thee.

He who doesn't fear death dies only once.

Death is a black camel which kneels at every man's gate.

Don't strew me with roses after I'm dead.
When Death claims the light of my brow,
No flowers of life will cheer me: instead
You may give me my roses now!

If man were immortal he could be perfectly sure of seeing the day when everything in which he had trusted should betray his trust, and, in short, of coming eventually to hopeless misery. He would break down, at last, as every good fortune, as every dynasty, as every civilization does. In place of this we have death.

No one knows whether death is really the greatest blessing a man can have, but they fear it is the greatest curse, as if they knew well.

You can be a king or a street sweeper, but everybody dances with the Grim Reaper.

Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.

After your death you will be what you were before your birth.

Although the constant shadow of certain death looms everyday, the pleasures and joys of life can be so fine and affecting that the heart is nearly stilled in astonishment.

To the psychotherapist an old man who cannot bid farewell to life appears as feeble and sickly as a young man who is unable to embrace it.

We pass and leave you lying. No need for rhetoric, for funeral music, for melancholy bugle-calls. No need for tears now, no need for regret.
We took our risk with you; you died and we live. We take your noble gift, salute for the last time those lines of pitiable crosses, those solitary mounds, those unknown graves, and turn to live our lives out as we may.
Which of us were fortunate--who can tell? For you there is silence and cold twilight drooping in awful desolation over those motionless lands. For us sunlight and the sound of women's voices, song and hope and laughter, despair, gaiety, love-life.
Lost terrible silent comrades, we, who might have died, salute you.

Die when I may, I want it said of me by those who knew me best, that I always plucked a thistle and planted a flower where I thought a flower would grow.

Jut as I shall select my ship when I am about to go on a voyage, or my house when I propose to take a residence, so I shall choose my death when I am about to depart from life.

Death a friend that alone can bring the peace his treasures cannot purchase, and remove the pain his physicians cannot cure.

Some people are so afraid to die that they never begin to live.

Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.

I'm not afraid of death. It's the stake one puts up in order to play the game of life.

Death is a release from the impressions of sense, and from impulses that make us their puppets, from the vagaries of the mind, and the hard service of the flesh.

Death is a Dialogue between.. the Spirit and the Dust.

But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near.

Life is but a moment, death also is but another.

Someday I'll be a weather-beaten skull resting on a grass pillow,
Serenaded by a stray bird or two.
Kings and commoners end up the same,
No more enduring than last night's dream.

Watching a peaceful death of a human being reminds us of a falling star; one of a million lights in a vast sky that flares up for a brief moment only to disappear into the endless night forever.