Lord Byron Quotes

Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more.

You didn't want to die. Most mortals don't, even if they find themselves in as desolate and soul-destroying a spot as you. Almost all of those who take their own lives wish at the last moment that they hadn't. They see at the end how much they've given up, how precious life is, even when it's treated them like dirt and crushed their dreams. Many think they've passed beyond hope, but they never really have, not until they pass beyond life itself. Alas, that knowledge comes too late for most would-be-suicides and they die with regret. Very few are offered the chance that you have been handed.

No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.

I got this feeling I'm gonna die before I get old. I don't know why. I just have this feeling.

I am afraid of death, scared by it. I already don't know whether I exist or not. So dying really terrifies me.

It is not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late.

Lovers of air travel find it exhilarating to hang poised between the illusion of immortality and the fact of death.

I think about dying a lot, every time I fall asleep on a train or a plane I expect to wake up to a crash!

The fear of death comes from limited awareness.

I wondered vaguely if this was when it would end, whether I would pull up tonight's darkness like a quilt and be dead and at peace evermore.

Most people come to fear not death itself, but the many terrible ways of dying.

For those who live neither with religious consolations about death nor with a sense of death (or of anything else) as natural, death is the obscene mystery, the ultimate affront, the thing that cannot be controlled. It can only be denied.

I might be deceiving myself but I do not think that I do have an inordinate fear of death.

I think being dead isn't any problem. It's the process of dying which is quite off-putting.

I fear dying. Anything with pain associated with it, I don't like.

Rich people are afraid to die.

I feel like I'm 85 inside.

And so I ask myself: 'Where are your dreams?' And I shake my head and mutter: 'How the years go by!' And I ask myself again: 'What have you done with those years? Where have you buried your best moments? Have you really lived? Look,' I say to myself, 'how cold it is becoming all over the world!' And more years will pass and behind them will creep grim isolation. Tottering senility will come hobbling, leaning on a crutch, and behind these will come unrelieved boredom and despair. The world of fancies will fade, dreams will wilt and die and fall like autumn leaves from the trees. . . .

Death is just around the corner. If only it would stay there.

Timor mortis conturbat me. The fear of death disturbs me.

If I weren't already dead, I'd have to kill myself just so I could roll over in my grave.

Our repugnance to death increases in proportion to our consciousness of having lived in vain.

He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.

I'm afraid of death, obviously.

I feel the terror of idleness, like a red thirst. Death isn't just an idea.