William Hazlitt Quotes

He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.

Death has but one terror, that it has no tomorrow.

I have no fear of death whatsoever. I suspect that few people do, what they all fear is what might happen in the years or months before death.

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

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

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.

For those who live neither with religious consolations about death nor with a sense of death (or of anything else) as natural, death is the obscene mystery, the ultimate affront, the thing that cannot be controlled. It can only be denied.

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.

Oh, it is not death that frightens me, but the impossibility of imparting some meaning to my past.

The Fear of Death often proves Mortal.

To fear death is the way to live long; to lie afraid of death is to be long a dying.

I think my biggest fear is dying. Although sometimes my biggest fear is not dying. But yeah, I think health stuff for me is more what I'm afraid of.

Consciousness is the original sin: consciousness of the inevitability of our death.

I don't think I've ever been particularly scared of death - but scared of dying, the process. It doesn't seem to be a good way of doing it.

Death, however, does itch. It itches all the time. It is always with us, scratching at some inner door. Mirroring, softly, barely audibly, just under the membrane of consciousness. Hidden in disguise, leaking out in a variety of symptoms. It is the wellspring of many of our worries, stresses, and conflicts.

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.

Some people are paralyzed by the consciousness of death, other people live with it.... The fatwa certainly made me think about it a lot more than I ever had. I guess I know I'm going to die, but then, so are you.

How could you live each day knowing that you were simply whiling away the days until your own death?

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.

Basically, when I'm writing something, I think about what is the subject of the piece. The subject of the piece is our fear of getting old, which is a variation on our fear of dying.

Personally, I'm afraid of suffering and afraid of dying. I'm also afraid of witnessing the suffering and death of those who are close to me. And no doubt I project these fears on those around me and those to come, which makes it impossible for me to understand why everyone isn't an antinatalist, just as I have to assume pronatalists can't understand why everyone isn't like them.

We're afraid to live, because we're afraid of dying.

A small fact: You are going to die....does this worry you?

Love is a mistake when we're all going to die any day now.