Ari Aster Quotes

Sometimes I worry that I've lost the plot My twitching muscles tease my flippant thoughts I never really dreamed of heaven much Until we put him in the ground. There is nothing as lucky, as easy, or free

Worry is yet another side effect of dying.

The scariest thing in the world is thinking someone you love is going to die.

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

I want to tell you what it was really like to think death is imminent, but I can't. It's a taste in your mouth. And an emptiness.

I find looking forward scary because you might die.

It is not death or pain that is to be dreaded, but the fear of pain or death.

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

Grief has limits, whereas apprehension has none. For we grieve only for what we know has happened, but we fear all that possibly may happen.

My biggest fear in life is losing the people I love, and the thing with cancer is that it seems that you can't really control it.

I'm always on the verge of death in my head.

I don't want to die.

I am scared of death.

I'm not cynical, but the reality is that life is mortal. Terrible, sad things happen. Everybody loses friends and family. I'll be on tour and get really scared if my wife won't answer her phone within one minute. I'm sensitive.

That's not a real answer.' Says who?' Says me. I mean real fear, like of failure, of death, of regret. Like that. Something that keeps you awake nights, questioning your very existence.' Clowns.

In grief we know the worst of what we feel but who can tell the end of what we fear?

It hath been often said, that it is not death, but dying, which is terrible.

From the moment of my birth, the angels of anxiety, worry, and death stood at my side, followed me out when I played, followed me in the sun of springtime and in the glories of summer. They stood at my side in the evening when I closed my eyes, and intimidated me with death, hell, and eternal damnation.

When a man sees a dying animal, horror comes over him: that which he himself is, his essence, is obviously being annihilated before his eyes--is ceasing to be. But when the dying one is a person, and a beloved person, then, besides a sense of horror at the annihilation of life, there is a feeling of severance and a spiritual wound which, like a physical wound, sometimes kills and sometimes heals, but always hurts and fears any external, irritating touch.

Far happier are the dead methinks than they who look for death and fear it every day.

My life closed twice before its close

If I'm dead," he murmured. "Why does it hurt so much?

Death was too definite an object to be wished for or avoided.

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)