The real you is timeless and beyond life and death.

Death is not as terrible as you think. It comes to you as a healer. Sleep is nothing but a counterfeit death. What happens in death we can picture in sleep. All our sufferings vanish in sleep. When death comes, all our mortal tortures cease; they cannot go beyond the portals of death.

The moment you know your real being, you are afraid of nothing. Death gives freedom and power. To be free in the world, you must die to the world. Then the universe is your own, it becomes your body, an expression and a tool. The happiness of being absolutely free is beyond description.

Whatever one thinks at the time of death, accordingly one becomes that; likewise, if you become Satchitananda at the time of leaving the body, then, you become yourself, the ultimate Self.

Life is the coexistence of all opposite values. Joy and sorrow, pleasure and pain, up and down, hot and cold, here and there, light and darkness, birth and death. All experience is by contrast, and one would be meaningless without the other.

Death has nothing to do with going away. The sun sets. The moon sets. But they are not gone.

Only he who has a co-ordinated understanding of both the visible and the invisible, of matter and spirit, of activity and that which is behind activity, conquers Nature and thus overcomes death.

Men are so thoughtless, nay, so mad, that some, through fear of death, force themselves to die.

Death is nothing to us, since when we are, death has not come, and when death has come, we are not.

If death causes you no pain when you're dead, it is foolish to allow the fear of it to cause you pain now.

There is but One God, His name is Truth, He is the Creator, He fears none, he is without hate, He never dies, He is beyond the cycle of births and death, He is self-illuminated, He is realized by the kindness of the True Guru. He was True in the beginning, He was True when the ages commenced and has ever been True, He is also True now.

Although birth and death are natural phenomena, even so, the death of a near and dear one is painful. But you must consider this: that which has happened cannot be undone. Consequently, one should think of the duty towards the departed soul, so that the soul can rest in peace. If you allow yourself to become disturbed, then the departed soul cannot be peaceful.

The Mutakallemim... apply the term non-existence only to absolute non-existence, and not to absence of properties. A property and the absence of that property are considered by them as two opposites, they treat, e.g., blindness and sight, death and life, in the same way as heat and cold. Therefore they say, without any qualification, non-existence does not require any agent, an agent is required when something is produced.

As a Buddhist, I view death as a normal process, a reality that I accept will occur as long as I remain in this earthly existence. Knowing that I cannot escape it, I see no point in worrying about it. I tend to think of death as being like changing your clothes when they are old and worn out, rather than as some final end. Yet death is unpredictable: We do not know when or how it will take place. So it is only sensible to take certain precautions before it actually happens.

I am dead already. Physical death will make no difference in my case. I am timeless being. I am free of desire or fear, because I do not remember the past or imagine the future. Where there are no names and shapes, how can there be desire and fear? With desirelessness comes timelessness. I am safe, because what is not, cannot touch what is. You feel unsafe, because you imagine danger. Of course, your body as such is complex and vulnerable and needs protection. But not you. Once you realize your own unassailable being, you will be at peace.

Don't depend on death to liberate you from your imperfections...

Most of us are convinced that we are our egos, which is who we think we are. The ego is part of our incarnation. It dies with the body, which is why we are so afraid of death. Death scares the hell out of who you think you are, especially if you think you are this body.

Coincidentally, or by God’s will, both women died at the same time, one thinking about the dead cockroach, the other one thinking of God. Now both were taken for judgment before Yama, the lord of death, and Chitragupta, his messenger, where they would be told who would receive what and who would go where.

Death is at any time blessed but it is twice blessed for a warrior who dies for his cause, that is, truth.

Lack of love for the vegetative, subtle, cthonic, pagan, and sexy aspect of the world means death.

The difference between a great soul and an ordinary man is this: the latter weeps while leaving this body, whereas the former laughs. Death seems to him a mere play.

Death is nothing to us: for that which is dissolved is without sensation; and that which lacks sensation is nothing to us.

The only religion that ought to be taught is the religion of fearlessness. Either in this world or in the world of religion, it is true that fear is the sure cause of degradation and sin. It is fear that brings misery, fear that brings death, fear that breeds evil. And what causes fear? Ignorance of our own nature.