Richard Bach Quotes

Get busy living, or get busy dying.

I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

What good is money to you if you're going to die? It's not often that money can save someone's life.

Why am I dying to live if I'm just living to die.

Dying men think of funny things-and that's what we all are here, aren't we? Dying men.

After all dying is one of the most profound and difficult experiences we have.

Our whole life is a meditation of our last decision - the only decision that matters.

Most people get suicide, I guess; most people, even if it's hidden deep down inside somewhere, can remember a time in their lives when they thought about whether they really wanted to wake up the next day. Wanting to die seems like it might be a part of being alive.

I wonder if I'll ever have to decide which is worse, life as we're living or no life at all.

I think dying is the ultimate high...

That is perhaps what we seek throughout life, that and nothing more, the greatest possible sorrow so as to become fully ourselves before dying.

But the truth, he knows, is otherwise. His pleasure in living has been snuffed out. Like a leaf on a stream, like a puffball on a breeze, he has begun to float towards his end. He sees it quite clearly, and it fills him with (the word will not go away) despair. The blood of life is leaving his body and despair is taking its place, despair that is like a gas, odourless, tasteless, without nourishment. You breathe it in, your limbs relax, you cease to care, even at the moment when the steel touches your throat.

I was afraid I was goin to die and then I was afraid I wasnt.

Would you rather die, or be unwound?

We are so lonely in life that we must ask ourselves if the loneliness of dying is not a symbol of our human existence.

Death holds no horrors. It is simply the ultimate horror of life.

Maybe the reason I've never died in this story is that I've never had something worth dying for before.

I've never really had much of an imagination. But still I would try to picture the exact moment when the beating of my heart would no longer be going on inside my head.

It is worth while dying, to find out what life is.

I have decided, it is fruitless. For I am no longer sure of anything concerning my existance. A philosopher is a dead poet and a dying theologian.

If a man hasn't found anything worth dying for, he hasn't anything worth living for.

Do mortal fools still measure the increments leading to their deaths, wagering pleasures against costs, persisting in the delusion that deeds have value, that the world and all the gods sit in judgment over every decision made or not made?

No art is possible without a dance with death.

I'm being made aware of my mortality all the time.