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The amazing feeling of being alive beautifully conquers the fear of death

Taking care of loved ones in my world was not based on affection. It was based on the fear of losing them.

The air delighted her nose—fresher and crisper compared to the air in the grimy ghetto, even better than in the city. She rubbed her chest where the dart had hit. Her heart beat powerfully inside her—fueled by fear. It felt as if it would burst, and she mentally tried to slow it down. Strange, she thought, these may be some of its last beats in her chest. Was that why it beat so fiercely?

The fear of abandonment forced me to comply as a child, but I’m not forced to comply anymore. The key people in my life did reject me for telling the truth about my abuse, but I’m not alone. Even if the consequence for telling the truth is rejection from everyone I know, that’s not the same death threat that it was when I was a child. I’m a self-sufficient adult and abandonment no longer means the end of my life.

The fear of death never left me; I couldn't get used to the thought; I would still sometimes shake and weep with terror. By contrast, the fact of existence here and now sometimes took on a glorious splendour.

The Fear of failure is the greatest fear of man. Even the fear of death is fear of failing to continue life,

The fear of failure kills creativity and intelligence. The only thing it produces is conformity.

The fear of not being remembered is a dangerous thing.

The greatest fear in life is not of death, but unsolicited change.

There is nothing in our biology that should prompt the fear of death, the longing for meaning, or that should despair the absence of meaning. Such thoughts presuppose something beyond our biology to be feared, longed for, or despaired. Take away the pain of death, and there is nothing in death that is intrinsically threatening. Take away existence, and meaning loses its meaning. Admit the finitude of existence, and despair over life’s finitude is illogical and unnecessary. The fact that such emotions persist … indicates that their understanding is from another source. That they motivate us despite our biology indicates an origin apart from our material nature.

There are many shades in the danger of adventures and gales, and it is only now and then that there appears on the face of facts a sinister violence of intention- that indefinable something which forces it upon the mind and the heart of a man, that this complication of accidents or these elemental furies are coming at him with a purpose of malice, with a strength beyond control, with an unbridled cruelty that means to tear out of him his hope and his fear, the pain of his fatigue and his longing for rest: which means to smash, to destroy, to annihilate all he has seen, known, loved, enjoyed, or hated; all that is priceless and necessary- the sunshine, the memories, the future,- which means to sweep the whole precious world utterly away from his sight by the simple and appalling act of taking his life.

The Huicholes were dangerous because they were not tainted by the fear of death. They accepted life as something caught between the sun and the earth in which man could only participate briefly. No amount of defeat could make them regard themselves as inferior. They had none of the fear of losing their beliefs that drives modern man to devise fantastic schemes. Above all else, the Huicholes were dangerous because they believed that their hour of triumph had not yet arrived. In the celebration that would follow, centuries of occupation would disappear, like dust scattered by the wind.

The world slides, the world goes, and death makes equal the rich and the poor

The vast and terrible depth." “Of course,” he said. “The inexhaustibility.” “I understand.” “The whole huge nameless thing.” “Yes, absolutely.” “The massive darkness.” “Certainly, certainly.” “The whole terrible endless hugeness.” “I know exactly what you mean.

The white-hot singularity at the core of the Machine is – ultimately - a fear of death. It's the inevitability of a journey's end and the threat of a question nobody can honestly answer: what does it mean to make the most of a life? How can you tell that you've spent your time well? There is no metric, no answer key at the back of the book. It's a question that I think everyone had to answer for themselves, and hold tight onto that answer with both hands.

To fear death, gentlemen, is no other than to think oneself wise when one is not, to think one knows what one does not know. No one knows whether death may not be the greatest of all blessings for a man, yet men fear it as if they knew that it is the greatest of evils.

Tis only when faced with our own mortality that we truly realize what it means to be alive,

We die a day at a time

We all want to become more than we are, we want to live forever, that is why we hate death and create the afterlife.

When I was younger, I would cling to life because life was at the top of the turning wheel. But like the song of my gypsy-girl, the great wheel turns over and lands on a minor key. It is then that you come of age and life means nothing to you. To live, to die, to overdose, to fall in a coma in the street... it is all the same. It is only in the peach innocence of youth that life is at its crest on top of the wheel. And there being only life, the young cling to it, they fear death... And they should! ...For they are in life.

When the fight ends you can afford to relax. That’s the worst part. Winner or loser you have again eyes to see around you. Blood, butchered bodies, bodies pierced by arrows. You stir inside, your heart tightens, the feeling of loss wells up. The sense of smell is the next thing to revive, adding a new dimension of pain. I closed the eyes of the last cadet, blue eyes, unseeing, his body, so small, almost a child, the youngest cadets were all gone, their faces surprised in death. Cold lips never able again to kiss a girl. It’s then that the emptiness swallows you and you mourn inside. Damn you, Scharon. No! Damn you, Travellers.

When you erode the fear of death with the knowledge that you already died [in Christ], you will find yourself moving toward a simple, bold obedience.

When we face our fear of death and slow down our busy lives, we come to realize our relationships are precious, a part of life’s foundation. Knowing this fact helps us to understand that death’s true purpose is to teach us how to live.

Fear of death is worse than death itself.

As I love the name of honour more than I fear death.

Can any man be courageous who has the fear of death in him?

Conventional cancer therapy is so toxic and dehumanizing that I fear it far more than I fear death from cancer.

Few men who have liberated themselves from the fear of God and the fear of death are yet able to liberate themselves from the fear of man.

You can't possibly be afraid of death, really, you can only be afraid of life.

Am I incapable of living with the one sole guarantee, that I'm still here? Am I afraid of living because I fear death?

Don't let anyone tell you that age purchases your freedom from fear of death.

Entertainment alleviates the fear of life, but art vanquishes the fear of death

Every fear is fear of death.

Fear of death is understandable, being that we are all going to die, but fear of life and suffering is more of an irrational fear because it's something that can be avoided. The torturous part is that suffering can be avoided if you have good luck. That's somewhat out of our hands, but is it? I don't know. "Is bad luck self-harm by another name?

Firstly, do not fear hardship, and secondly, do not fear death.

He who does not fear death cares naught for threats.

He sought his former accustomed fear of death and did not find it. "Where is it? What death?" There was no fear because there was no death. In place of death there was light.

He who fears death either fears to lose all sensation or fears new sensations. In reality, you will either feel nothing at all, and therefore nothing evil, or else, if you can feel any sensations, you will be a new creature, and so will not have ceased to have life.

He who fears death has already lost the life he covets.

I am death-fearing. I don't think I'm morbid. That seems to me a fear of death that goes beyond the rational. Whereas it seems to me to be entirely rational to fear death!

I adore life but I dont fear death. I just prefer to die as late as possible.

How do you scare some sense into a child who doesn’t fear death?

I have no fear of death. We all die. I consider my remaining days to be like money in the bank. When it is all gone, I will be repossessed.

I do not cling to life sufficiently to fear death.

I don't fear death; I welcome it with open arms and a smirk. But until that wondrous day, I will continue to savor and celebrate all those who have graduated before me.

I don't fear death, but I sure don't like those three-footers for par.

I don't fear death, it must be like a long sleep.

I don't have no fear of death. My only fear is coming back reincarnated.

If people live in constant fear of death, and if breaking the law is punished by death, then who would dare?

I have never been able to be so allured by the prospect of advantages or so terrified by misfortunes, swayed by honours or fettered by affection, nay not even so smitten by the fear of death, as to enter upon marriage.