Virginia Woolf Quotes

When death captures me," the boy vowed, "he will feel my fist in his face." (31.26)

You must not fear death, my lads; defy him, and you drive him into the enemy's ranks.

Next moment he was standing erect on the rock again, with that smile on his face and a drum beating within him. It was saying, "To die will be an awfully big adventure.

I'ma do my thing until the day the reaper come for me. You can keep on grillin', I'ma smile back.

... there is a skeleton (or death) that flees terrified in the face of my will to live.

They can't hurt me. Sure, they can crush you and kill you. They can lay you out on 42nd and Broadway and put hoses on you and flush you in the sewers and put you on the subway and carry you out to Coney island and bury you on the Ferris wheel. But I refuse to sit here and worry about dying.

A man who has nothing can whistle in a robber's face.

Yes, as my swift days near their goal, 'tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.

I was thinking Im going to die but I'm not going to tap

When you can despise death, you have conquered all fears.

When people tell you you're on the brink of death, you've got to dig pretty deep to get it together.

It is vain for the coward to flee; death follows close behind; it is only by defying it that the brave escape.

Defeat the fear of death and you welcome the death of fear.

You can't be a crazy rebel in the face of death, it's not a fitting attitude.

I hope I'm worthy in my dying. I hope I can maintain myself - that I wouldn't become pathetic and needy, and the worst part of myself come out in adversity. But I'm not afraid of it. It'd be such a silly thing to do! To ruin the life you have by fearing its ending.

They were afraid, never having learned what I taught myself: Defeat the fear of death and welcome the death of fear.

He who does not fear death cares naught for threats.

No one else can take risks for us, or face our losses on our behalf, or give us self-esteem. No one can spare us from life's slings and arrows, and when death comes, we meet it alone.

Why would I fear Golovkin when I have stared death in the face?

I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death; I am not on his pay-roll.

O joy of suffering! To struggle against great odds! to meet enemies undaunted! To be entirely alone with them! to find how much one can stand! To look strife, torture, prison, popular odium, death, face to face! To mount the scaffold! to advance to the muzzles of guns with perfect nonchalance! To be indeed a God!

Afraid? Of whom am I afraid? Not death. For who is he?

Though are hands are chained like they are, they haven't taken music from us yet. So that's how I'll fight. People tell me don't quit like everyone else. I wont have no fear.

EVEN THOUGH I'M MARKED FOR DEATH, I'MA SPARK TILL I LOSE MY BREATH

But come here, Fear. / I am alive! / And you are so afraid / of dying.