breathing, sleeping, drinking, eating, working, dreaming, everything we do is dying. to live, in fact, is to die.

Life is a constant process of dying.

One who is about to die is really dead already and being so, exist no longer

It is not death, it is dying that alarms me.

Dying is something we human beings do continuously, not just at the end of our physical lives on this earth.

He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience.

Life has the name of life, but in reality it is death.

Life is wrecked by living.

We live a dying dream / If you know what I mean"

that which is only living
Can only die

The being of human life is to have arisen as a force contrary to the internal terminality of being: the human being decays, deteriorates and dies in the sense of doing all this in an oppositional, reactive, escaping manner, as if the being given to humans could not be lived in its positivity but always negatively, reactively, creatively. But the terminality of being will eventually occupy all the creative space, swallowing the “mortal-being” that decays, deteriorates and dies. In its place will appear the hole that constituted it from the very beginning and that only now became totally evident.

Get busy living or get busy dying.....there ain't nothing inbetween

I live in fear of being alive.

Of course, living is another way of killing oneself: its drawback is that it takes so horribly long.