The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.
Look out, Death: I am coming.-Art thou not glad? what talks we'll have.-What memories of old battles.-Come, bring the bowl, Death; I am thirsty.
I desire that death find me ready and writing, or if it please Christ, praying and intears.
I do not sleep; I wish to meet my death awake.
Death never takes the wise man by surprise, he is always ready to go.
Nothing you can lose by dying is half as precious as the readiness to die, which is man's charter of nobility.
When I start getting old, I'm going to start ending my prayers like, "Lord, it'd be a good day to die." I don't wanna be 130 years old with a diaper on, all my friends dead and gone. I wanna get to heaven, come get me!
To my ninth decade I have totter'd on, And no soft arm bends now my steps to steady; She, who once led me where she would, is gone, So when he calls me, Death shall find me ready.
I pray that we will not wait until we are ready to die before we truly learn to live.
Always be ready; always live in such a way that death can never find you unprepared.
If you feel that you're not ready to die, never fear; nature will give you complete and adequate assistance when the time comes.
Death is a friend of ours; and he that is not ready to entertain him is not at home.
