“She now knew that the death she feared might not be a physical one, that it could be death of the will, the soul, the mind, the laws, and thus not death, but a perpetual dying.”

“Fear of death increases in exact proportion to increase in wealth: Hemingstein's Law on the Dynamics of Dying.”

Ernest Hemingway (1899–1961) American author and journalist

“We admitted that everything living is born of the dead. For if the soul existed before birth, and in coming to life and being born can be born only from death and dying, must she not after death continue to exist, since she has to be born again?”

Socrates (-470–-399 BC) classical Greek Athenian philosopher

“She stood there, and at once I knew
The bitter thing that I must do.
There could be no surrender now;
Though Sleep and Death were whispering low.”

Stephen Vincent Benét (1898–1943) poet, short story writer, novelist

“Ah, never fear; death could be trusted to show up. No doubt well before she wanted it.”

Kim Stanley Robinson (1952) American science fiction writer

“Death frees from the fear of dying”

Paulo Coelho (1947) Brazilian lyricist and novelist

“What is that the inherence of which, will render the body alive? [The soul. ] …Then whatever the soul possesses, to that she comes bearing life? …And is there an opposite to life? [Death. ] Then the soul, as she has been acknowledged, will never receive the opposite of what she brings. …And what do we call the principle which does not admit of death? [The immortal. ] And does the soul admit of death? [No. ] Then the soul is immortal?”

Socrates (-470–-399 BC) classical Greek Athenian philosopher

“The only death I fear is dying ignorant.”

Steven Erikson book Gardens of the Moon

“She has been condemned to death by hanging. A man
may escape this death by becoming the hangman, a
woman by marrying the hangman. But at the present
time there is no hangman; thus there is no escape.
There is only a death, indefinitely postponed. This is
not fantasy, it is history.”

Margaret Atwood (1939) Canadian writer

“She closed her eyes; and in the sweet slumber lying
her spirit tiptoed from its lodging place.
It's folly to shrink in fear, if this is dying;
for death looked lovely in her face.”

Francesco Petrarca (1304–1374) Italian scholar and poet