Tite Kubo Quotes

Death is a sniper. It strikes people you love, people you like, people you know - it's everywhere. You could be next. But then you turn out not to be. But then again, you could 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.

While there's life, there's fear.

A lot of people have great hope, and a lot of people who have great hope live. And, some of them who have great hope die. So it's not that hope is going to save you.

Nothing is more dreadful in life than the profound thought that death may only greet you with eternal nothingness.

I didn't think I was going to die. I knew some did. I knew there were some rumors.

Every time I go to sleep, I know I may never wake up. How could anyone expect to? You drop your tiny, helpless mind into a bottomless well, crossing your fingers and hoping when you pull it out on its flimsy fishing wire it hasn't been gnawed to bones by nameless beasts below.

To fear death is nothing other than to think oneself wise when one is not. For it is to think one knows what one does not know. No one knows whether death may not even turn out to be the greatest blessings of human beings. And yet people fear it as if they knew for certain it is the greatest evil.

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

Man," he said, "I'm not afraid of graveyards. The dead are just, you know, people who wanted the same things you and I want." "What do we want?" I asked blurrily. "Aw, man, you know," he said. "We just want, well, the same things these people wanted." "What was that?" He shrugged. "To live, I guess," he said.

How many more times do we have to come to terms with death before we find safety?" he asked. He waited a few minutes, but the three of us didn't say anything. He continued: "Every time people come at us with the intention of killing us, I close my eyes and wait for death. Even though I am still alive, I feel like each time I accept death, part of me dies. Very soon I will completely die and all that will be left is my empty body walking with you. It will be quieter than I am.

This is the fear: death will come and we have not lived yet. We are just preparing to live. Nothing is ready; life has not happened. We have not known the ecstasy which life is; we have not known the bliss life is; we have not known anything. We have just been breathing in and out. We have been just existing. Life has been just a hope and death is coming near. And if life has not yet happened and death happens before it, of course, obviously, we will be afraid because we would not like to die.

Oh, god,” I said. “Sorry, sorry. Do I die now?” --Sadie to Zia

That which most concerns and worries you - your survival - is the only certainty you have.

Death - Death can be faced, dealt with, adjusted to, outlived. It's the not knowing that destroys interminably... This being suspended in suspense; waiting - weightless, How does one face the faceless, adjust to nothing? Waiting implies something to wait for. Is there? There is One. One who knows... I rest my soul on that.

Love, I thought, is stronger than death or the fear of death. Only by it, by love, life holds together and advances.

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

How do I know that loving life is not a delusion? How do I know that in hating death I am not like a man who, having left home in his youth, has forgotten the way back?

People die of fright and live of confidence.

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.

To fear death, my friends, is only to think ourselves wise without really being wise, for it is to think that we know what we do not know.

Why fear death? Be scared of living.

People are scared man, they're scared of the void.

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

Know one knows whether death, which people fear to be the greatest evil, may not be the greatest good.