The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be.
There is no hope unmingled with fear, and no fear unmingled with hope.
Absolute silence leads to sadness. It is the image of death.
If a man hasn't discovered something he will die for, he isn't fit to live.
One is never afraid of the unknown; one is afraid of the known coming to an end.
It is the cause, not the death, that makes the martyr.
Life and death are one thread, the same line viewed from different sides.
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
It is the job of thinking people not to be on the side of the executioners.
If you don't know how to live, why wonder about death?
It's stasis that kills you off in the end, not ambition.
We should never negotiate out of fear, but we should never fear to negotiate.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
I believe that every single event in life happens in an opportunity to choose love over fear.
There is only one thing that makes a dream impossible to achieve: the fear of failure.
Character building begins in our infancy, and continues until death.
A man who fears suffering is already suffering from what he fears.
He who controls the past controls the future. He who controls the present controls the past.
A coward dies a thousand deaths... a soldier dies but once.
Could any death be so horrible as birth? Or any decrepitude so awful as childhood in a happy united God-fearing family?
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep.