Death Quotes

At first, I didn't really care if global warming existed. But then I realized it means that less bums would freeze to death in the winter

I don't think fear necessarily is a core human emotion, but I do think fear of death is something that is at the core of every person's existence.

...the ten thousand things belong to one storehouse and life and death share the same body.

There's never been a doctor who served many patients who, despite their best efforts, did not lose some of them to death. But they understood that was part of life itself.

Once someone asked me, "What do you want to be your epitaph?" So I said, "Paulo Coelho died when he was alive.

Molecules dissolve and pass away, but consciousness survives the death of the matter on which it rides.

Finally there is nothing here for death to take away.

Sometimes dead is better

You're dead, George. You just don't have the sense to lie down.

well, death says, as he walks by, I'm going to get you anyhow no matter what you've been: writer, cab-driver, pimp, butcher, sky-diver, I'm going to get you

O weep for Adonis - He is dead." "Peace. He is not dead he doth not sleep - he hath wakened from the dream of life

We have once again succeeded in destroying what we could not create.

The monster nevers dies.

I wonder if it hurts to live, And if they have to try, And whether, could they choose between, They would not rather die.

The worst that can possibly have happened to him is death and that we are all in for---if not this morning, then in days, or weeks, or years at most.

We each owe a death, there are no exceptions, I know that, but sometimes, oh God, the Green Mile is so long.

Having made the decision to love, had I chosen life instead of death?

In the early morning on the lake sitting in the stern of the boat with his father rowing, he felt quite sure that he would never die.

Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft.

There's still a thousand places I haven't gone to die.

Kill you all!" The clown was laughing and screaming. "Try to stop me and I'll kill you all! Drive you crazy and then kill you all! You can't stop me!

The lucky ones are just born dead.

So long as human beings stay human, death and life are the same thing.

Twas something else. I had come to hate her, you see. I had come to wish her dead, and that was what held me back.

I had traded the fight against love for the fight against loneliness, the fight against life for the fight against death.

The amazing miracle of death, when one second you're walking and talking, and the next second you're an object.

...every human being is doomed to die, which is the greatest of all failures.

[death]...the abyss from where no traveler is permitted to return

I answer the heroic question, 'Death, where is thy sting?' with 'It is in my heart and mind and memories.

In the center lay the exploded carcass of a lonely sperm whale that hadn't lived long enough to be disappointed with its lot.

We are the dead. Our only true life is in the future. We shall take part in it as handfuls of dust and splinters of bone. But how far away that future may be, there is no knowing.

Beauty and love pass, I know... Oh, there's sadness, too. I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses-

Suicide is very contagious.

Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother.

No one knows whether death may not be the greatest of all blessings for a man, yet men fear it as if they knew it was the greatest of evils.

One of life's great truths is this: when one is about to be struck by a speeding six-hundred pound Coke machine, one need worry about little else.

I've reached the point where I hardly care whether I live or die. The world will keep on turning without me, I can't do anything to change events anyway.

One should be ever booted and spurred and ready to depart.

Because each of you has his or her own death, you carry it with you in a secret place from the moment you're born, it belongs to you and you belong to it.

It's harder to pick and choose when you're dead. It's like a photograph, you know. It doesn't matter as much.

And anyway, it’s not as though I’ll never see Mum again, is it?

It is life that hurts you not death.

It's not what I'd want for at my funeral. When I die, I just want them to plant me somewhere warm. And then when the pretty women walk over my grave I would grab their ankles, like in that movie.

This is how most stories end in the hospital. Not with crash carts and sirens and electric shocks to the chest, but with an empty room, a crisp white bed, silence.

Nothing was working, and my friend was dead, and I didn't want to look at that.

Death is only as strong as you believe it to be.

The only dream worth having, I told her, is to dream that you will live while you're alive and die only when you're dead.

Crippled and crazy, we hobble toward the finish line, pen in hand.

It was one of those rare times when remembering the dead was more inmportant than tending to the needs of the living.

The flesh would shrink and go, the blood would dry, but no one believes in his mind of minds or heart of hearts that the pictures do stop.