There is in me an anarchy and frightful disorder. Creating makes me die a thousand deaths, because it means making order, and my entire being rebels against order. But without it I would die, scattered to the winds.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My fears are agitated to an extreme degree and the dread of death involves me in a stupor of chilling indisposition.
Fear of death has never played a large part in my consciousness - perhaps unimaginative of me.
I might be deceiving myself but I do not think that I do have an inordinate fear of death.
I exist in a state of almost perpetual hysteria.
Fear has governed my life, if I think about it.
My fear was not of death itself, but a death without meaning.
You get rid of the fear of death by understanding that it is an integral fact of our existence. You do that through will and reason.
I am afraid of death, scared by it. I already don't know whether I exist or not. So dying really terrifies me.
I found I am not an anarchistic form creator; I'm intuitive, and I'm trying to figure out a way to explore human fragility.
Death doesn't frighten me; now I can think peacefully of ending a long life.