Hanya Yanagihara Quotes

All I can say is, death is a part of life.

Knowing how to die is knowing how to live. What is death anyway? It's the outcome of life.

Death is just a part of life, you know? It's what makes all of life more vibrant. It's coming whether we want to accept it or not.

In the end we discover the only condition for living is to die.

You've gotta know what death is to know life!

Death does determine life.

How strange this fear of death is! We are never frightened at a sunset.

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

The living all find death unpleasant; men mourn over it. And yet, what is death, but the unbending of the bow and its return to its case?

The meaning of life is that it stops.

In Mexico you have death very close. That's true for all human beings because it's a part of life, but in Mexico, death can be found in many things.

I balanced all, brought all to mind, the years to come seemed waste of breath, a waste of breath the years behind, in balance with this life, this death.

To live is to die.

I think I want to talk about life from the point of view of death.

Death can really absorb a person. Lik most people, I would find it pleasant not to have to go, but you just accept that it's more or less inevitable.

You can't be scared of death. When that time comes, it comes.

Death is a very important part of life.

I thought I had a clear picture of death, but now I know it's a mystery and it will always be a mystery, although it is something we all have in common: everybody knows that life ends with death.

Woe, woe, woe... in a little while we shall all be dead. Therefore let us behave as though we were dead already.

There are only three events in a man's life; birth, life, and death; he is not conscious of being born, he dies in pain, and he forgets to live.

I do not believe that any man fears to be dead, but only the stroke of death.

I'm not afraid of death but I am afraid of dying.

Between my head and my hand, there is always the face of death.

The subject of death is taboo. We feel, perhaps only subconsciously, that to be in contact with death in any way, even indirectly, somehow confronts us with the prospect of our own deaths, draws our own deaths closer and makes them more real and thinkable.

How can we live and die and never know the difference?