Ruth Rendell Quotes

I don't want to hear about my death.

It is not death, it is dying that alarms me.

Not a day has gone by in my life when I haven't thought about death.

If death is in the room, it's pretty interesting. But I would also say that I'm interested in getting myself to believe that it's going to happen to me. I'm interested in it, because if you're not, you're nuts. It's really de facto what we're here to find out about.

I don't want to die.

I am scared of death.

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

I think about dying. I've come to realize we all die alone in one way or another.

Death obsesses me, yes it does. I can't really understand why it doesn't obsess everyone - I think it does really, I'm just a little more out about it.

I'm terrified I'm about to die, or that all the people I love are about to die, every second of every day.

Most of us harbour a significant amount of subconscious fear about death, and act out of this fear in our daily lives.

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

There's nothing like impending death to rouse you from existential boredom.

I would hate the thought of dying full stop; I've got to be honest with you.

Someone who is about to die does not mourn the dead.

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.

Death always seems to be around me.

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.

Dying--shucks! If you kin handle the living, what's to be afraid of the dying?

Do the dead frighten you?

But we are not interested in death at all: rather, we escape the facts, we are continuously escaping the facts. Death is there, and every moment we are dying. Death is not something far away, it is here and now: we are dying. But while we are dying we go on being concerned about life. This concern with life, this over concern with life, is just an escape, just a fear. Death is there, deep inside - growing.

Worry is yet another side effect of dying.

Human beings are afraid of dying. They are always running after something: money, honor, and pleasure. But if you had to die now, what would you want?

And he isn't crying for her, not for his grandma, he's crying for himself: that he: too, is going to die one day. And before that his friends wil die, and the friends of his friends, and, as time passes, the children of his friends, and, if his fate is truly bitter, his own children. (58)