P. D. James Quotes

I take it, therefore, to be a fact, that one's existence ends with death. I think it possible to show how this fact can be emotionally acceptable.

I'm not frightened of death.

I know it is coming, and I do not fear it, because I believe there is nothing on the other side of death to fear. I hope to be spared as much pain as possible on the approach path. I was perfectly content before I was born, and I think of death as the same state.

"When the dead are done with the living, the living can go on to other things," Franny said. "What about the dead?" I asked. "Where do we go?"

The mystery of death, the riddle of how you could speak to someone and see them every day and then never again, was so impossible to fathom that of course we kept trying to figure it out, even when we were unconscious.

Death and what came after death was no great mystery to Sabriel. She just wished it was.

The dead will always be dead, but we have to go on living.

So once you're dead there's just nothing? Mari: Basically... Korogi: I get so scared when I start thinking about this stuff. I can hardly breathe, and my whole body wants to shrink into a corner. It's so much easier to just believe in reincarnation.

I start thinking about life after death. I've got to quit thinking about it because it's very deep. Very deep. Sometimes you start thinking about it, and you don't feel like you want to be alive, so I don't like to get all quiet.

I just don't get death at all. Yes, it's there. But I don't get it.

I do fear death. But what I actually fear is not dying. I mean, true, it will be sad. But I know that there is a better place waiting for me.

I don't believe in an afterlife but I still fully expect to see my brother again.

And I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful than death.

I've become pretty philosophical about a lot of things, including death. It doesn't get to me.

I'm not scared of death anymore.

I think of death as some delightful journey that I shall take when all my tasks are done.

Why do people want to pretend that death is sleep? It isn't. It isn't.

Tell me the truth about death. I don't know what it is. We have them, then they are gone but they stay in our minds. Their stories are part of us as long as we live and as long as we tell them or write them down.

Could the best and kindest of us who depart from the earth have an opportunity of revisiting it, I suppose he or she (assuming that any Vanity Fair feelings subsist in the sphere whither we are bound) would have a pang of mortification at finding how soon our survivors were consoled.

At that stage of my youth, death remained as abstract a concept as non-Euclidean geometry or marriage. I didn't yet appreciate its terrible finality or the havoc it could wreak on those who'd entrusted the deceased with their hearts.

Bod shrugged. "So?" he said. "It's only death. I mean, all of my best friends are dead.

If you’re alive, don’t move, if you’re dead, don’t worry about it.

For some folks death is release, and for others death is an abomination, a terrible thing. But in the end, I'm there for all of them.