Death Acceptance Perspectives

Table of Contents

• Fear and Anxiety about Death
• Acceptance and Peace with Death
• Contemplation and Reflection on Mortality
• Humor and Irony in Death
• Desire for Death or Escape
• Death as a Part of Life
• Personal Experiences with Death
• Death and Legacy
• Death as Liberation or Relief
• Other

Fear and Anxiety about Death

Death didn't bother me much. Strong Christian and all that. Method of death did. Being eaten alive. One of my top three ways not to go out.

Isn't it strange, how one so afraid of contracting a fatal malady...should so earnestly wish for death, as well?

It's creepy because it reminds you that sooner or later you're going to die, that whatever you're good at now won't matter because you'll be dead and gone and no one will care.

Death has a terrible habit of cutting straight through every careful line you've drawn between your present and your future. I had a hundred thousand of these lines, and in one day they were severed, leaving me with nothing but a stack of his medical bills and gambling debt. Death didn't even give me somewhere to direct my anger. All I could do was search the sky.

Sometimes I feel like death should never have come in our way.

Death does not identify your age, position, designation, relationships, families, friends, or even any single human being in your life, but you alone.

I'm fine with death. I've dealt out more than my share. It's the act of dyin' that bothers me.

I just hope I die naturally before somebody breaks into my house and beats me to death for whatever I happen to have in my wallet, it's just a race between the one and the other for me.

I don't want to die. I think death is a greatly overrated experience.

Death comes black and hard, rushing down on me from the future, with no possible chance of escape.

When you get older, then you feel death not at the end of the road, but death all around you, in everything. Life is saturated with death. I feel death everywhere.

I'm afraid of sudden death. I'd like to know I'm going to die. That's why death row wouldn't be so bad, although it's not pleasant. And cancer, inoperable, wouldn't be bad. That's not pleasant either. But to drop dead suddenly, it's hard on everybody else. My family, my relatives, my friends. It's just not a good way to go. I want to know I'm going to die.

I hate death; it takes people away from you. You're left feeling rudderless.

Acceptance and Peace with Death

I am Dead, but it's not so bad. I've learned to live with it.

Accepting death doesn't mean you won't be devastated when someone you love dies. It means you will be able to focus on your grief, unburdened by bigger existential questions like, "Why do people die?" and "Why is this happening to me?" Death isn't happening to you. Death is happening to us all.

Honestly, death took on a totally different meaning for me in the past years.....I don't feel the fear or trepidation about death that I used to feel. I felt tired of living.

Live life so damn well and good that death, when it comes to take you, it won't feel that well or good.

I've always been super aware that we could all die at any moment. This ceiling could fall. I could trip and land on this pen I'm holding. I could choke on my cold pasta lunch. I could be attacked by that pigeon eying me from my window sill. I could be shot...by a stranger...who lost something in their heart. Remember death is real. It's not scary. Living is the thing to care about. Don't hold grudges. Smile and make others smile as often as possible. Don't let jerks run the world.

Sometimes death can be violent, sudden, and unbearably sad. But it’s also reality, and reality doesn’t change just because you don’t like it.

Death no longer shocks me, I’ve always prepared for death... you know the rest...... my death never let me finish.

My relationship with death remains the same - I'm strongly against it.

I've learned to accept birth and death . . . but sometimes I still worry about what lies between.

Death happens but once, yet we feel it every moment of our lives; it is worse to dread it than to suffer it.

Though I can’t help feeling a sudden death cheats you of something. Death is an experience of life. You only get one death. I would like to be aware it was happening, even if that did mean enduring pain and fear.

I'm rather relaxed about death. From quite an early age I've regarded it as part of the deal, the unwritten guarantee that comes with your birth certificate.

Everything I do has the tinge of the finite, of my own demise. At some point you either accept death or you just keep pushing it back as you get older and older. I've accepted it.

Contemplation and Reflection on Mortality

You'll never be as OK with the thought of dying as you are in the moments when you know that you are truly living

Only death consistently excites your emotions, whether contemplating when life is safe and stale, or fleeing it when life is threatened and precious

Everyone thinks I have a death wish, you know? But I don't want to die - dying is easy. No, I want to live, but getting close to death is the only way to feel alive. And once you do, it makes you realize that everything you were actually doing before wasn't actually living. It was just making do. Call me crazy, but I think we do the best living when the stakes are high.

I wrote an entire book about death, called 'It's not About the Bike', about confronting the possibility of it, and narrowly escaping it. (...)What I didn't and couldn't address at the time was the prospect of life. Once you figure out you're going to live, you have to decide how to, and that's not an uncomplicated matter.

I'm being made aware of my mortality all the time.

We're so terrified of death in Western culture that we have to make up a myth of an afterlife. I think there's something to be said for living your life very mindful of the fact that you're going to die because I think you carry yourself differently. It doesn't have to be this big, negative bummer.

I'm not personally obsessed with death. At a certain age, the light that you live in is inhabited by the shades - it 'tis.

When I have conversations with people, for some strange reason they think I'm gonna die and they're not. But you know what? Death means nothing to me.

When you want to die, you at least have a goal. You're aiming for something. It's not a good goal, but at least you want something. And you've got anger and fear, but at least you're feeling something.

I have an unswayable obsession with death. If there was a magical pill that one could take that would retire you from the world, I would take it.

I'm possibly a very morbid person but I think about death a lot.

When I was young, the early death of my father cast a shadow over me - and I was afraid to die before all my literary plans came true. But between 30 and 40 years of age my attitude to death became quite calm and balanced. I feel it is a natural, but no means the final, milestone of one's existence.

I used to think the only way to be truly alive is to confront your mortality.

Humor and Irony in Death

When I die, I want to die like my grandfather who died peacefully in his sleep. Not screaming like all the passengers in his car.

When I die, I want to die like my grandfather who died peacefully in his sleep. Not screaming like all the passengers in his car.

What is it about death that bothers me? Probably the hours.

Dying's not so bad. At least I won't have to answer the telephone.

Everybody thinks I'm at death's door, but I'm not. There's nothing seriously wrong with me, and my heart is in 100 percent working order. Anything else you may hear is a damn lie!

I think there's something peculiar about me that I haven't died. It doesn't make sense but I refuse to die.

I wouldn't mind dying in a plane crash. It'd be a good way to go. I don't want to die in my sleep, or of old age, or OD... I want to feel what it's like. I want to taste it, hear it, smell it. Death is only going to happen to you once; I don't want to miss it

Many people use the words 'death defying' or 'death wishing' when they talk about wire-walking. Many people have asked me: 'So do you have a death wish?' After doing a beautiful walk, I feel like punching them in the nose. It's indecent. I have a life wish.

It's so easy to wish for death when nothing's wrong with you! It's so easy to fall in love with death, and I've been all my life, and seen it's most faithful worshippers crumble in the end, screaming just to live, as if all the dark veils and the lillies and the smell of candles, and grandiose promises of the grave meant nothing. I knew that. But I always wished I was dead. It was a way to go on living

It's so easy to wish for death when nothing's wrong with you! It's so easy to fall in love with death, and I've been all my life, and seen it's most faithful worshippers crumble in the end, screaming just to live, as if all the dark veils and the lillies and the smell of candles, and grandiose promises of the grave meant nothing. I knew that. But I always wished I was dead. It was a way to go on living

I don't think I'm gonna die tomorrow or even two weeks from now, or even ever. I just don't know - who the hell knows what's gonna happen to them? Nobody! Isn't that comforting? Nobody has a clue. I like that we don't know. And I like that it's somebody else's decision, not mine.

Desire for Death or Escape

I want to feel the rush of death, the high of utter nothingness, the fragility of my own mortality. Let it slip through my fingers like sand and when it's gone for good, I'll be none the wiser.

...but now, driving past the billboard I realized that losing everything is death. A death that I crave and I don't want anyone to save me

I have wanted to die enough times in my life to understand the idea that wanting to die is not a foolish thing... I don't mean to prop up the idea of wanting an exit, but for me, not to imagine it as a foolish means that I am, by default, tasked with taking it seriously. I can't life as I once did, telling people that I was doing fine and desperately wanting them to wade through the language and see that I was in pain.

I didn’t know yet how wanting to die could be a bloodsong in your body that lives with you your whole life. I didn’t know then how deeply my mother’s song had swum into my sister and into me. I didn’t know that something like wanting to die could take form in one daughter as the ability to quietly surrender, and in the other as the ability to drive into death head-on. I didn’t know we were our mother’s daughters after all.

The only death I fear is the one I fell when we're apart.

Everyone thinks I have a death wish, ya know. But I don't want to die. Dying is easy. No I want to live. But getting close to death is the only way to feel alive. And once you do it makes you realize that everything you were doing before wasn't actually living. It was just making due. Call me crazy, but I think we do the best living when the stakes are high.

I do not light up a room when I walk into it. No one longs to see me or to hear my voice. I do not feel sorry for myself, not in the least. These are simply statements of fact.I have been waiting for death all my life. I do not mean that I actively wish to die, just that I do not really want to be alive. Something had shifted now, and I realized that I didn't need to wait for death. I didn't want to.

Someone once said that when you die of hypothermia, you get cold and sleepy, things slow down, and then you just drift away. You don’t feel a thing. That sounded nice. That was the best way to die—awake and dreaming, feeling nothing.

I didn't really want to die; I just wasn't ready to live. I was merely surviving...one reluctant heartbeat at a time.

And the thought of that makes me want to open a vein, experience pain, know I'm alive, despite this living death.

The world is too brutal for me-I am glad there is such a thing as the grave-I am sure I shall never have any rest till I get there.

Sometimes I want to curl up and die. I can't put into words how hard it is. But I'm not giving up. Amber was a fighter, so I'll be a fighter. We don't want any more dead babies.

It's so easy to wish for death when nothing's wrong with you! It's so easy to fall in love with death, and I've been all my life, and seen it's most faithful worshippers crumble in the end, screaming just to live, as if all the dark veils and the lillies and the smell of candles, and grandiose promises of the grave meant nothing. I knew that. But I always wished I was dead. It was a way to go on living

Death as a Part of Life

As I’ve said, encountering death has a way of jerking your priorities into line.

What's so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What's so great about feeling and dreaming?

Death doesn't happen instantly. For a little while, you hover around your body, confused. What you want more than anything is to go home, to be safe, to know you're okay. But my life was over.

I had never given much thought to how I would die, but dying in the place of someone I love doesn't seem like such a bad way to go.

So far things are going my way. I am known in the hospice as The Man Who Wouldn't Die. I don't know if this is true or not, but I think some people, not many, are starting to wonder why I'm still around.

You have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!

Don't talk about death, I've got too much life to live, To many orders to give.

I'm not a big fan of talking about dying. And then I make a movie where I kill everybody.

Death is not something any one of us want to dwell on, but we must all confront it at some point.

I have been able to follow my death step by step and now my life goes gently to its end.

Obviously, I don't live and die by it, everything my horoscope says. But I feel like there's definitely something to it.

My mother was killed in a plane crash, so I hate travelling in planes. Death is so unexpected. I would actually rather stay at home and not go anywhere.

I hope I am not too repetitive. However, coming to terms with death is part of the general human situation.

Personal Experiences with Death

Haven't you learned anything, not even with the approach of death? Stop thinking all the time that you're in the way, that you're bothering the person next to you. If people don't like it, they can complain. And if they don't have the courage to complain, that's their problem

I was just walking around saying “We’re all gonna die!” I never got over it. I went to class, I did what I had to do, but I was a gibbering idiot. It never went away. I never again felt the same way about life and death.

Dying may just be the best thing that ever happened to me.

Love you...God, finally accepting it was as bad as dying.

I try to take life as it comes, and just hope it keeps coming.

There is something very unsettling about being with someone when they die. People say it's peaceful. It's not peaceful. It's the most personal thing you can do, is die, and you feel almost like you're invading someone's most personal moment by being there.

You can lose people without them dying, and I have, from moving, from traveling. The emotion is real, it just doesn't actually have to do with death. I'm singing about what I know, and it's a song about longing for somebody who's disappeared in your life.

I’m always feeling death, and that is a part of life. When you know a lot of people, you will always experience death.

But death doesn't scare me. To know exactly when I might expect it, up close and in my face, would actually be a comfort. Because to tell the truth, most of the time dying seems pretty much like my only means of escape.

I've had various people close to me die, and I don't necessarily find the idea of death purely depressing.

I have an obsession with mortality. I saw a friend die when I was 18, and I can't get over it.

I've always been a little skittish about death. On certain days I'm okay with it. On other days it's like, "Really? I have to? No, man, not me."

Death and Legacy

Who am I?’- Not knowing this is the greatest death to the Soul (one’s own self)!

and as soon as i die i hope everyone who loved me learns the meaning of my death which is a simple lesson don't do what you do very well very well and enjoy it it scares white folkand makes black ones truly mad

Everyone thinks I have a death wish, you know? But I don't want to die - dying is easy. No, I want to live, but getting close to death is the only way to feel alive. And once you do, it makes you realize that everything you were doing before wasn't actually living. It was just making do. Call me crazy, but I think we do the best living when the stakes are high.

I knew that I was dying. Something in me said,Go ahead, die, sleep, become as them, accept.Then something else in me said, no, save the tiniest bit.It needn't be much, just a spark.A spark can set a whole forest on fire.Just a spark.Save it.

I knew I might die, but I was prepared to risk that; it was almost romantic. Somehow it never occurred to me it might entail privation and suffering.

It's funny. I used to feel that I wouldn't care if I died. I just kept throwing myself at life, hoping I'd hit a bull's-eye eventually. I thought death would be a relief from all that feeling. A relief not to have all that pain. Not to care so much,' Evie said.

I don't deal with death very well. My brother, John Candy, my dad, my mom, Brandon Tartikoff just a couple of weeks ago. I mean, you lose a lot of people in your life, and that's one thing I am constantly working on - pain management.

To almost die is to know that one day you will, and to never again feel the same about anything.

The reason for such an “unreasonable” attitude with me is that I am not at all sure what will happen to me after death. I have good reasons to assume that things are not finished with death. Life seems to be an interlude in a long story.

And I'm not sure why I'm infatuated with death, My imagination is surely an aggravation of threats... Maybe cause I'm a dreamer, and sleep is the cousin of death, Really stuck in the scheme of wondering when I'mma rest.

I rebel against death, yet I know that it is how I respond to death's inevitability that is going to make me less or more fully alive.

The taste of death is upon my lips. I feel something that is not of this earth.

Death is like my car. It takes me where I want to go.

Death as Liberation or Relief

Who hasn't wanted to die at one time or another?

I didn't want to die. I just found death soothing to think about.

I wondered if I might be dead, and I felt no sorrow, only worry over the afterlife, if it was going to be just like this, just as boring. If I'm dead, I thought, let this be the end. The silliness.

I try--without success--to stop finding reasons for vanity in anything. When I happen to manage it nonetheless, I feel that I no longer belong to the mortal gang. I am above everything then, above the gods themselves. Perhaps that is what death is: a sensation of great, of extreme superiority.

But knowing how they feel only makes me more determined to live a very long life. I will give no one the satisfaction of my death.

When I die, people will say it is the best thing for me. It is because they know it is the worst. They want to avoid the feeling of pity. As though they were the people most concerned!

I think some people are on a mission to die, and I never was.

I know the odds are all against me and I know you might not feel this way too but I know I would rather die trying to know if I could mean something to you

It may be a very bad thing that I needed God to die for me, but it is a wonderful thing that God thinks I am worth dying for.

Remember when you were a little kid and you'd fall asleep in the car? And someone would carry you out and put you into bed, so that when you woke up in the morning, you knew automatically you were home again? That's what I think it's like to die.

I have an obsession with mortality. I saw a friend die when I was 18, and I can't get over it.

Other

They know death is always a danger with my job, but they put it out of their minds and hope it will never happen to the person they care about.

I knew nothing of death, and, for some unexplainable reason, I was beginning to feel guilty for that. -Jessica

There are a few who envy me. They want to know what they have to do to get my job, to be who I am. “It’s only death, how hard can it be?” Here, I silently reply, take it all. Every festering remnant of the people no one cared about in life, much less in death; all the broken children who will never know that I had grieved for them. Take it all. Just leave me my car keys so I can go home permanently. Someone else can listen to the bullshit Death loves to spew. He never shuts up.

I've lived for the blink of an eye. But I've been dying for a very long time.

Death is funny, when you think about it. Everybody does it, but nobody knows how, exactly how.

Truth was, I didn't really want to die today. I was in the middle of a really good book, and being alive had always worked out for me. . .

I thought when love for you died, I should die. It's dead. Alone, most strangely, I live on.

I'm not great at dealing with death, I have to say. I find death very hard: my mum, my dad, Sid Vicious. I'm not a monster; I feel it and it scares me. One death at a time, please, is all my heart will bear.

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

Obviously, I dont live and die by it, everything my horoscope says. But I feel like theres definitely something to it.

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