Aeschylus Quotes

Man is born in a day, and he dies in a day, and the thing is easily over; but to have a sick heart for three-fourths of one's lifetime is simply to have death renewed every morning; and life at that price is not worth living.

We might as well die as to go on living like this.

I think quite often a fate worse than death is life, for lots of people.

For death is not the worst, but when one wants to die and is not able even to have that.

There is something about poverty that smells like death.

Life is painful, nasty and short... in my case it has only been painful and nasty.

When we have lost everything, including hope, life becomes a disgrace, and death a duty.

People who think dying is the worst thing don't know a thing about life.

I am talking about misery and all of its implications.

Once to die is better than length of days in sorrow without end.

It is silliness to live when to live is torment.

Death is what men want when the anguish of living is more than they can bear.

Death is always less painful and easier than life! You speak true. And yet we do not, day to day, choose death. Because ultimately, death is not the opposite of life, but the opposite of choice. Death is what you get when there are no choices left to make.

I know that my life is going to be hell from here on.

Want is misery.

The truth is I love being alive. And I love feeling free. So if I can't have those things then I feel like a caged animal and I'd rather not be in a cage. I'd rather be dead. And it's real simple. And I think it's not that uncommon.

One-third of our people were dangerously ill, getting worse hourly, and we felt sure of meeting the same fate, with death as our only prospect, which in such a country was much worse yet.

Life is divided into the horrible and the miserable.

Most of us have days or weeks or months so awful, we wish we'd never been born.

What good is it to live a life that brings pains?

There's no comfort in the truth, pain is all you'll find.

Oh eyes, no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears; O life, no life, but lively form of death; Oh world, no world, but mass of public wrongs.

We are doomed to cling to a life even while we find it unendurable.

The desire to die was my one and only concern; to it I have sacrificed everything, even death.

People die because they find living too painful.