Ari Aster Quotes

I find looking forward scary because you might die.

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

I think that when we wrestle with death... we start fearing life, because then we come to terms with something that is inevitable.

Deep down, no one really believes they have a right to live. But this death sentence generally stays tucked away, hidden beneath the difficulty of living. If that difficulty is removed from time to time, death is suddenly there, unintelligibly.

It's true, I am afraid of dying. I am afraid of the world moving forward without me, of my absence going unnoticed, or worse, being some natural force propelling life on. Is it selfish? Am I such a bad person for dreaming of a world that ends when I do? I don't mean the world ending with respect to me, but every set of eyes closing with mine.

Death doesn't frighten me, it bothers me. It bothers me for example that someone can be there tomorrow but me I am no longer there. What bothers me is no longer being alive, not being dead.

Mortality applies to every aspect of life. The fear of death is the driving fear of life.

I believe that fear of life brings a greater fear of death.

I've worked very hard to become comfortable with how death works and why it happens. I now know that death isn't out to get me.

Death threatens our speech with futility because death is not just a biological event - it is a reality we fear may rob our living of any significance.

I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, and I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, and in short, I was afraid.

Death undoes us less, sometimes, than the hope that it will never come.

I'm afraid of death, obviously.

The fear of death is far greater than the death itself. But the fear of the unknown is the greatest fear of all!

Every fear is fear of death.

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.

I’ve never once thought about how I was going to die,” she said. “I can’t think about it. I don’t even know how I’m going to live.

Our souls are prisoners of the terror of death, and the day is beautiful.

We trouble our life by thoughts about death, and our death by thoughts about life.

Am I incapable of living with the one sole guarantee, that I'm still here? Am I afraid of living because I fear death?

It's not easy to live every moment wholly aware of death. It's like trying to stare the sun in the face: you can stand only so much of it. Because we cannot live frozen in fear, we generate methods to soften death's terror. We project ourselves into the future through our children; we grow rich, famous, ever larger; we develop compulsive protective rituals; or we embrace an impregnable belief in an ultimate rescuer.

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

Death would be a complete knowingness, but what frightened him was this: not knowing beforehand what it was he would know.

I don't want to die now!" he yelled. "I've still got a headache! I don't want to go to heaven with a headache, I'd be all cross and wouldn't enjoy it!