A useless life is only an early death
I am a wildlife warrior, and I will fight, fight to the death for wildlife.
Man has lost one quality, the quality of zestfulness. And without zest, what is life? Just waiting for death? It can't be anything else.
The current collapse of industrial society may well be the planet's way of avoiding a larger death.
A man may die, nations may rise and fall, but an idea lives on. Ideas have endurance without death.
One shouldn't commit suicide out of fear of death.
When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.
Madness need not be all breakdown. It may also be break-through. It is potential liberation and renewal as well as enslavement and existential death.
Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.
What madness it is for a man to starve himself to enrich his heir, and so turn a friend into an enemy! For his joy at your death will be proportioned to what you leave him.
Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children is increased with tales, so is the other.
The death clock is ticking slowly in our breast, and each drop of blood measures its time, and our life is a lingering fever.
The breath of an aristocrat is the death rattle of freedom.
Courage is being scared to death, but saddling up anyway.
Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it! Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty or give me death! (American Revolutionary War)
As long as I have a want, I have a reason for living. Satisfaction is death.
Life without idealism is empty indeed. We just hope or starve to death.
In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.
In such a regime, I say, you died a good death if your life had inspired someone to
come forward and shoot your murderer in the chestówithout asking to be paid.
Any existence deprived of freedom is a kind of death.
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 distant rumor to the young.
Death, the sable smoke where vanishes the flame.
Our death is not an end if we can live on in our children and the younger generation. For they are us, our bodies are only wilted leaves on the tree of life.
Death is not the greatest of evils; it is worse to want to die, and not be able to