You are afraid to die; what! are you alive now?

I suspected at that moment that I would not die, but it was unclear whether I would be pleased about that fact.

I am not the least afraid to die

"And after all, one does not die of it." "Die of what?" I asked swiftly. "Of being afraid."

I'm not afraid to die; I just don't want to be there when it happens

That time I thought I could not go any closer to grief without dying I went closer, and I did not die.

I had no idea how to live, but I didn’t want to die.

Never in my life have I feared death as much as I feared that resurrection.

If you're afraid to die, you're afraid to live. You can't have one without the other.

i thought i was learning to live but i was learning to die

Do I fear death? No, I am not afraid of being dead because there's nothing to be afraid of, I won't know it. I fear dying, of dying I feel a sense of waste about it and I fear a sordid death, where I am incapacitated or imbecilic at the end which isn't something to be afraid of, it's something to be terrified of.

Death doesn't really worry me that much, I'm not frightened about it... I just don't want to be there when it happens.

I was going to die and it was taking forever.

I live in fear of being alive.