Eric Hoffer Quotes

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

The fear of death is the most unjustified of all fears, for there's no risk of accident for someone who's dead.

I do not believe that any man fears to be dead, but only the stroke of death.

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 have no fear of death whatsoever. I suspect that few people do, what they all fear is what might happen in the years or months before death.

Just like the poles of a magnet, some people are drawn to death and others are repulsed by it, but we all have to deal with it.

Why should I be worried about dying? It's not going to happen in my lifetime!

I am not afraid of death, but would not want to die in some obscure or pointless way.

I am not afraid to die. I simply do not want to.

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

Although many of us fear death, I think there is something illogical about it.

It's a weird feeling when you know you're going to die.

I've always been most drawn to fiction that wrestles with that death-fear. Sometimes I joke with my students, 'If no one is in danger of dying, I'm not interested,' but of course I'm not really joking.

I'm scared of having a messy end, but not dying itself. It's inevitable.

Webster was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin.

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

No one gets out of here alive.

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

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

He felt his heart pounding fiercely in his chest. How strange that in his dread of death, it pumped all the harder, valiantly keeping him alive. But it would have to stop, and soon. Its beats were numbered. How many would there be time for, as he rose and walked through the castle for the last time, out into the grounds and into the forest?

Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed. Teach me to die.

Once someone's dead you can't make them undead.

Suddenly Yankel was overcome with a fear of dying, stronger than he felt when his parents passed of natural causes, stronger than when his only brother was killed in the flour mill or when his children died, stronger even than when he was a child and it first occurred to him that he must try to understand what it could mean not to be alive -- to be not in darkness, not in unfeeling -- to be not being, not to be.

Death is not the enemy; living in constant fear of it is.

You know, what's so dreadful about dying is that you are completely on your own.