Better to die than to live in fear.

Death would be better if it weren’t forever.

It is better to die than to be used by evil for evil’s purposes.

I have no choice. I am a person with no reason to live. I know my lot. Yes, it would be great to die one day sooner.

Death is better than a vegetating ignorant life; it is better to die on the battle-field than to live a life of defeat.

We would die before you would feel pain.

Better be killed than frightened to death.

Death, he remembered somebody saying once, was a kind of victory. To have lived a long good life, a life of prodigious pleasure and minimal misery, and then to die; that was to have won. To attempt to hang on forever risked ending up in some as-yet-unglimpsed horror future. What if you lived forever and all that had gone before, however terrible things had sometimes appeared to be in the past, however badly people had behaved to each other throughout history, was nothing compared to what was yet to come? Suppose in the great book of days that told the story of everything, all the gone, done past was merely a bright, happy introduction compared to the main body of the work, an unending tale of unbearable pain scraped in blood on a parchment of living skin? Better to die than risk that. Live well and then die, so that the you that is you now can never be again, and only tricks can re-create something that might think it is you, but is not.

For my part, I should prefer death to hopeless bondage.

To me death is better than the defensive.

Besides, we all have to die some time, and it may be better to die fighting for survival, or for a cause, than to live a long but empty and purposeless life.

I would rather be dead.

It is more necessary for the soul to be cured than the body; for it is better to die than to live badly.

It is better to die well, than to live wrongly (...) who is afraid of death loses the joy of life; truth prevails all, prevails who is killed, because no adversity can harm him, who is not dominated by injustice.