If it isn't ceasing to live that you're afraid of but never beginning to live properly...then you'll be worthy of the world that made you.
What we cannot bear removes us from life; what remains can be borne.
The final hour when we cease to exist does not itself bring death; it merely of itself completes the death-process. We reach death at that moment, but we have been a long time on the way.
It is uncertain where Death will await you; there expect it everywhere.
I must die. Must I then die lamenting? I must be put in chains. Must I then also lament? I must go into exile. Does any man then hinder me from going with smiles and cheerfulness and contentment?
It is better to die of hunger having lived without grief and fear, than to live with a troubled spirit, amid abundance.
Be free from grief not through insensibility like the irrational animals, nor through want of thought like the foolish, but like a man of virtue by having reason as the consolation of grief.